Everyone who has come up the St. Lawrence has been impressed by the beauty of that magnificent river. After the first landfall has been made, as the shores begin to close in from either side, the mountains throw their masses of blue into the sky, mile after mile of them beckoning the traveller on, into the heart of a great continent. Surely no other country has a more splendid ocean gateway than Canada. Over long distances the glistening shapes of houses reveal themselves, and sometimes the ship is close enough in to enable details to be seen. At such points dormer-windows or curved roofs or huge stone chimneys proclaim bits of the old world in the new. No wonder tourist literature has damned the province lying on either bank with the adjective “quaint.”