ii s\ H •i $ H Do you like the color of the cover? Maybe you thought it Scotch. But it's pure Quebec — catalogne — the rag carpet the habitant likes for his floor. You might like some for your country house at home. The windmill in the lower corner isn't Dutch, as you might suppose. Its great fans move to St. Lawrence breezes—though, alas, there are few of the picturesque old giants left. The Chateau Frontenac stands on the hill above the river— like the dream of the restless vanguard who made Canada, turned to stone. The old Chateau St. Louis lives in the heart of it. And the future blossoms in the ballroom, night by night. A WEEK IN QUEBEC IN SPRING By BETTY THORNLEY THERE isn't a sound in the whole world but the singing of the wind . . . The air is cool, clean, faintly aromatic, touched with the feel of water, salt but not quite salt—no city air—alive ! . . . You can smell the grass, too. If you open your eyes, they plunge off into vast blue distance—a blue gulf, blue as woodsmoke, filled with wheeling wind-blown specks of black swallows— floored far below with a mile-wide river like a huge sheet of grey rippled glass. There's a single boat on it, incredibly small, white, with a fan-tail of white water behind her and a little smudge of smoke, sliding away into the west. And over on the other side of the river there's a long low village with toy houses, many-coloured under the mist, pricked here and there with spires .... Then, on the wind, there comes the sound of church-bells, every soft full note blown this way and that, like the little swallows themselves, faint and far . . . then closer, till they sound inside your heart. You're up on the top of Citadel Hill. Quebec. Spring. And the dusk is coming down. A week ago you were—well, where were you ? Town house ? Country house ? Working ? Weekending? The usual thing, anyhow. Now you're here. In a world so different, so beautifully, restfully different that the years are sliding off two at a time, and the little wrinkle between your eyes (and on your soul) is going with them. Sleep—miles deep. Printed in Canada 1930 Page I // youve ever been a military man or a Red Cross lady yoitll want to visit the Citadel, where Great Britain spent five millions sterling in the days when stone walls were still a protection and little cannon guarded kithe thin red line.1' xpppmmrm' ; : ". ppm:w^p::z mmiMp€pppPPtp::^pyp :^ Eat—you can taste that grilled Saguenay salmon yet! You didn't know fish could be like that if you didn't catch them yourself. And Louis said something confidential, as he bent over your chair, about brook trout tomorrow—an Indian brings them in. Hurry or you'll. be late for dinner. (Heavens ! When have you cared before whether you were or not?) As you trot down the wooden steps, miles of them, and then along the terrace toward the hotel, you think how you'd grumble if you had to do it without your motor at home. But here it's a pleasure. ... Is it the air? . . . And besides, it's good for your weight. You know what the doctor said. The Chateau Frontenac looms like a great mediaeval castle, spangled with fairy lights. Your room's up in the tower—what a view! You don't care about views as a rule, but when you can see Page 2 clear to the North Pole and have it all blowing in on you on a windy night—well, it gives you some sense of the size of things, especially of the Dominion of Canada, little lighted settled strip that it is, on the edge of the ultimate dark that goes clear up to the top of the world. Some day they'll build it solid, perhaps, but not in our time, please God. It's good to be able to breathe. This is a big hotel, this Chateau. Sixteen hundred guests when it's full. You're here in the spring, though, before the rush. Never did like crowds. But the service is just the same. What was it Louis said?—Dover sole over from England, fresh-caught, in their own ships that come right to the door—live lobsters from the North Shore of Nova Scotia in their own ships— all their own meats smoked, their own preserves put up—strawberries and vegetables from the Isle of Orleans over there where the church-bells came from—maple syrup from their own place, too; and wasn't that grape fruit a. la Canadienne. good, all full of maple syrup—something new. The Canadian Pacific owns about every kind of convenience there is—ships, railways, telegraphs, express, farms, hotels. But this hotel is one of their very best. Lucky you! Back in 1608, Samuel de Champlain founded Quebec. He was a strange sort, Champlain. A statesman and a trader and a bit of a priest, and a great lover of the gentle lady, his Marquise, whom he brought out from France. He made a garden for her, with seeds and slips from Versailles. But that was below the cliff the Chateau stands on, down in the Lower Town. Champlain laid the foundation of the Chateau St. Louis in 1620, and for over two hundred years it was the centre of government for all the miles of Canada there were— centre of wars between the French and the English —between the French and the Iroquois. Then, in 1834, lt was burned down in the middle of winter (22 below zero), despite the warm water, furnished, we're told, to keep the hand-engines and their hoses from freezing. It wasn't built again, this old castle, but the terrace was smoothed over its turbulent history, and later on the lordly Chateau Frontenac began to grow beside the spot. It grew like Quebec itself, first one part and then the other, with halls as round-and-round and stairs as up-and-down as the streets of the town that filled all the lower levels, and spread around the bottom of the hill, and over the top of the hill, and branched out into parishes on both sides of the St. Charles. But the Tower of the Chateau is the hotel's most recent addition, and it springs Page 3 There are two 18-hole courses out at Montmorency Falls where you may drive with a view across the river to inspire you, and many long cold drinks as consolers in case your arm isnt as good as your eye. : . IW.VAW pf£&>a^ :Pm:m:P>PP'PCLpPm^ . iiiiTlMi«ii«ln'i"« as straight and as tall and as sure as Champlain himself, a giant above his times. It can even look down a bit on Citadel Hill, humped up, green and still, at the other end of the fourteen-hundred- foot terrace. If you've ever been a military man or a Red Cross lady, you'll go up to the Citadel, that grey old stone fort with its great iron-studded door where a sentry paces to and fro. Gieat Britain spent five millions sterling on this gently green and rolling plateau, three hundred feet and more above the river—and that was in the good old times when men got twenty cents a day. But now the fringe of gnarled green willows whispers to the old grey walls finished a hundred years ago, and the tunnels under the walls are never opened, and the little green cannon with 1775 on it stands peacefully in front of the big black gun with 1918 on it, and nothing warlike ever happens except a salute of twenty-one guns on the King's Birthday or a martial blare when the boys go over to camp at Levis. All the same, it's a marvellous old place. And the Observatory signal-ball gives the time to the whole city. And there's a wireless, doubtless filled to the last antenna with all sorts of unspeakable secrets. And you can see a million miles over the world, and hear the wind beating in your ears. . . . Strange, that the peacefullest place you ever found should be an ancient Fort. Whatever you like to do that can be done outdoors in the Spring—it's here in Quebec to do. Golf, naturally—two eighteen-hole courses out at Montmorency Falls, where the white water plunges over a cliff higher than Niagara, straight into the Page 4 ■'■ ■■: ■:■■■■■ ■ " . '■ ■ ' ■ , '■.''■.'".■'■ . .,■ I : I ■: : I wide St. Lawrence. If this were only winter, in the olden days, you'd see a cone of frozen spray a hundred feet high at the bottom of the fall, with refreshment booths carved inside by the thrifty who sold hot drinks. But now the water goes free and bold, and you turn into Kent House for tea, with memories of Queen Victoria's father thrown in for good measure. For this was where he lived, the young Duke, when he wasn't in town at his little place so near the Chateau. But that little place was of hoary antiquity long before the Duke was born, for the Chevalier Louis d'Ailleboust, Governor-General of the French King in Canada, friend and patron of the grateful Huron nation who have never forgotten him, lived in that house in 1648. And his widow gave it to the nuns of the Hotel Dieu. . . . One wishes it could speak before they tear it down. In the days not so long ago, before the Province developed an extraordinary source of revenue directly traceable to the Eighteenth Amendment south of the Boundary Line, motoring in Quebec wasn't all that it might be, once you'd left the city itself. But now, there are miles and miles of good driving in every direction. Many people come up to Montreal and along to Quebec in their own cars, and others hire cars by the day or the hour from the Chateau management. The local chauffeur has the advantage in that he not only knows all the points of interest, but may prove to be one himself to visitors not previously acquainted with the type. Here's a keen-faced boy, perhaps, who says he was born in Massachusetts but proclaimed himself a French-Canadian in 1914, went into training at the huge camp that mushroomed into being Page 5 When they plough in Quebec, they may do it with horses, or with oxen—but not by machinery. They get full value from their farms. But there's none of this modern roar—from the tractor or the taxpayer. Life's easy there. £M£m wm-m .,,, m.^pmm^P,^ at his own cousin's village of Valcartier, stole out one day and found a little black bear on the hills and coaxed him to be mascot for a few thousand men who never grew tired of seeing him drink milk out of a bottle, sitting sober-faced in the Y.M.C.A. "But we had to leave him in England where all the mascots stayed," the boy said mournfully. "We couldn't take him over and have him killed." Another chauffeur turns out to be an ex-postman along the North Shore, where they deliver the infrequent mail to the lonely winter-bound villages by dog-team, passing it from hand to hand "till the Eskimos take it" at last. All the chauffeurs tell you tales of the country, once they know you're interested—of the boy from Valcartier who won the ploughing contest at St. Eustache (though, indeed, he was only fourteen), for he drove his four horses with the reins around his neck and just his voice to guide the lead horse, as wise at the ploughing as himself. "And his furrows were eight inches wide and four inches deep; all of them; they measured." And so the miles slide by. To the Falls, on one day. To the great Quebec Bridge on another, ten years in building, twice wrecked, with the longest suspended span in the world—and perhaps you'll hear of the marvellous Indian who fell with it, twice, "and still he's got his nerve!" To Valcartier, where eternal sleep has overtaken the once-busy war-time town, and you can get moose in the autumn once again, though it's only nine miles from Quebec. To Spencer Wood, where the Lieutenant-Governor lives in the middle of his own forest and his round bright flower beds, sky-high Page 6 w&WiM'pJ iMjXjMMiP ritmfii «fv,ri«i.ri;^ tCTZ^tns , ; .. . '. ... : '."'.■ Three-foot walls for the farmhouse—a little narrow gallery all gay with paint—a stone slab just as God made it— and gran'mhe spinning in the sunlight and crooning a queer old chanson that goes on— and on—and on— mmim above the river—perhaps you'll be asked to a garden party there! To the end of Cap Rouge, where you can see the whole of the St. Charles valley spread before you, like a map come to life, with hills and rivers and forest, and spires in every fold. To Tewksbury up in the solemn hills —but that's another story, with a fish in every line. To Indian Lorette, where they make moccasins and canoes and snowshoes, Hurons and workers all. One of the most interesting drives, of course, is that around the city to see the high-shouldered little old French houses, shut-eyed against the street; to see the monuments that spring naturally from this romantic soil like bronze or marble flowers; to see Notre Dame des Victoires, the oldest church, the quietest and brownest; to see Breakneck Stairs and Little Champlain Street and Sous-le-Cap and Sous-le-Fort, that aren't any wider than the streets of Canton; to take the Wolfe's Cove drive through the Lower Town, and out the river road where the Irish live and go to St. Patrick's, out till you come to the Cove itself, where the history-maker landed who would rather have written Gray's Elegy than take Quebec (but he was like the rest of us; he took Quebec). For a longer drive, you'll try Ste. Anne-de- Beaupre. The principal time for pilgrimages to the world-famous shrine comes at the end of July: all the better, therefore, for there'll be no crowd in the road now. And, if you're in luck, it may be the eve of Corpus Christi Sunday (around the first of June), and you can see them planting the roads on both sides with young Christmas trees, as they've done for three hundred years, father and Page 7 The whole place is full of the feeling of piety—of age—of peace. And here comes the procession — down, down on your knees, while the flowers are scattered, and the little bell speaks, and the incense drifts in the still cool air. . . . ■iXPPmpppj-.:, '■•'PPpP^mPi.^PiPPPP.......... ;' ■. •:.. ■.' ■ ■ ' ' . ■ ■ . ' :.. » I mmmmm-P^mPpmp/-y^ \^m'-p^PP ipmp:ffrm:-^ppmp,r^.m,..mpmm,mp. son—and making the green-boughed repository to which the procession will go. All the houses are new-painted—the old Normandy farmhouses down by the river, and the houses on the long village streets that go for miles. Painting the ends of a house and the front of it the same colour just isn't done. So here's a white house with pink ends, and a pink strip along the front of the narrow roofless verandah on which the family sits and watches you going by. The steps are pink, too, and a strip of pink so dark it's almost brown runs up the centre. For why make work for Marie Jeanne by tracking in the mud? Other houses are pink and grey, or pale blue and white, or green like young corn, or faint buff and blue—incredibly tidy, incredibly clean! As soon as one man at the end of the village begins to paint—all know. If there is a renegade who paints not—"Ah!" breathes the village choruses behind its hand, "Grps Louis, he has not made the money this year; he cannot paint!" Till—beg, borrow, or pray to bonne Ste. Anne to save his face—Gros Louis, he paints too. Naturally, whatever one's faith, one should go to see the great new Basilica, already rising like ^ the so-proverbial phoenix from the ashes of disastrous conflagration. The crypt has been temporarily fitted for the reception of pilgrims, and all the sacred and valuable relics and gifts to the shrine, some of them dating back two hundred and fifty years, were saved intact. Then, one must investigate the foundations of the marvellous edifice that is to take the old Basilica's place when the Redemptorist Fathers have finished their work—a matter of years, of course, for the church never hurries unduly in such a case. Every- Page8 f^V*^ He wtg/j/ fo making snowshoes, or canoes, this dark-eyed boy. But he's carving a figure for a crucifix, every little stroke slow, calculated, his very own. He could make more money in the United States—but —he couldn't take his nice Canadian timel mmpm.mrMm:mMfm thing must be of the best, and donations are coming from all over Christendom, as one would naturally expect. The whole place is full of the feeling of piety, of age, of peace, of a world one never sees any more—men and women making the rounds of the Stations of the Cross out under the soft flushed sky as we go to our tea in the pale blue and white hotel with the carved iron railing—the sound of bells—a drift of incense from the chapel of the Franciscan convent, whither the Blessed Sacrament was taken from the Basilica in the midst of the flames—people ascending the Scala Sancta on their knees, absorbed, praying—a little boy carrying holy water back to his sick mother—shops and shops full of tiny statues and rosaries and pictures —the Cyclorama of Jerusalem, where one may see everything from the Cross to the Rich Man's tomb—and behind it all the broad blue river up which the Breton sailors came so long ago, and, looking up at the bluffs, proposed a chapel as a thank-offering to the good Ste. Anne for having saved them from a watery grave. . . . And, straightway, miracles began—miracles which were an old tale to the believing in 1665. ,. The drive back to the city is quiet past all telling. There are few headlights to stab the dark. One passes a wayside Calvaire where a woman kneels . . . a little brook tumbling down under old willows bringing the scent of night with it ... a slim line of pines, brushing the road with their clean heady fragrance. . . . "And if I wanted to come here to live when I was old, what would a house cost?" you ask. "This house with the light in it, where the dog barks?" "Two thousand, maybe," says the chauffeur. Page 9 "But they wouldn't sell. Always they were here; since there was Canada." To-morrow they will be out watching the procession. But you will be in Quebec, watching it there after High Mass in the Seminary Chapel. Each parish has its own procession, and Here is ours, coming down a steep grey-cobbled street under the windiest blue sky, between grey old houses with their seventeenth century faces all gay with flags—Canadian flags, the tricolor, yellow Papal^ flags, flags of the Sacred Heart, even an American flag or two, all clean and new, flick- flicking above the little girls in white with their white veils, and the Seminary boys with their wide green sashes, and the Academy boys with their band who march like soldiers, and the men and women in their Sunday bravery who walk and pray out loud. Ah! Here are the little altar boys all dressed in satin—a pink satin boy with a pink ruff and a tall rose-petal-coloured banner—a blue satin boy with a tray of flowers—a white satin boy with the face of a very young angel on his sunniest day. And here come the priests—down, down on your knees—they bring the Blessed Sacrament with bell and incense and scattering of flowers. The oldest priest has hair as white as moonlight, and a cope of gold lined with old flame-colour. . . . If you believe, it's all divine. . . . And even if you don't believe in just this way, why, worship in your own, as you bow your head, and thank God for a city where they still believe something. And then, that night, the band plays on Dufferin Terrace in the little green and white candy-striped pavilion, and all Quebec comes joyfully up to promenade in the soft air, and flirt a bit, and chat Page io u.sri 'M^^^fMi^^&^MM^MSiM, Wayside shrines are many in this province of the devout. Often one sees a kneeling figure, quiet under the trees before the gate. For the road runs by, but the heart pauses. . . . Hence there is peace in Quebec. a bit, and listen to the music. Strange to say— or is it strange?—there is no jazz; nor does the crowd seem to want it. Lean over the railing and look down, down two hundred feet into the silent Lower Town where the narrow tall houses are lit from below by the street lights, eerily, their feet in shadow, their sharp-pitched roofs in shadow too, only the white gleam on their strange old faces. . . . If the Past could steal out of them, and come up Mountain Hill, and walk, wrapped in its cloak, on Dufferin Terrace ... if Laval, that great Bishop, could come down from his bronze pedestal, and Champlain could clap on his plumed hat and step from his high elevation where the sculptor thinks he has him fixed forever ... if Louis Hebert, the first settler . . . and Jolliet who discovered the Mississippi . . . and Frontenac himself . . . and the Duchesse d'Aiguillon, great Richelieu's niece . . . and the Venerable Mother Mary of the Incarnation who brought over the first of the gentle Ursulines to teach the school at which so many of the lovely dark-eyed little Quebecoises have been educated, generation after generation—if these could come! And if the ghosts of the Micmacs, the Abenakis, the friendly Hurons in blanket and feathers could slip through the shifting crowd and listen too Perhaps they are here! Who that had ever come to Quebec could fail to come again? It's not like any other city, this high-piled town of memory and dream. Nor would the ghosts of its past be in the least like other ghosts. They're so human when you read about them, so gallant in misfortune, so steadfast in their faith. They would be pleased to come, be sure of that; and we to have them. Page n CANADIAN PACIFIC HOTELS The Chateau Frontenac, Quebec, Que. Place Viger Hotel, Montreal, Que. IN THE PROVINCE OF QUEBEC The social centre of this historic city. Commandingly situated on Dufferin Terrace, it affords magnificent views of the noble St. Lawrence. It is an ideal stopping point for either the tourist or the business man. Besides the scenic and historic interest of Quebec, golf, motoring and easily reached fishing are available to visitors. Excursions can be made to Montmorency Falls, Ste. Anne de Beaupre, etc. In winter the Chateau Frontenac is the headquarters of a splendid winter sport season. The Chateau Frontenac (a mile from station) is operated on the European plan. Open all year. A charming hotel that makes an ideal centre for those who prefer quiet and yet wish to be within easy reach of the business and shopping districts. Close to the docks and the old historic section, and a popular social rendezvous. The Place Viger (which adjoins Place Viger Station, and is \y2 miles from Windsor Station) is operated on the European plan. Open all year. IN THE PROVINCE OF ONTARIO The Royal York Hotel, Toronto, Ont. The argest hotel in the British Empire and one of the most palatial in the world. Located in the heart of downtown Toronto, it commands a magnificent view of Lake Ontario. .A subway connects the hotel with Union Station where railway lines from all parts of Canada and the United States converge. European Plan. Open all year. IN NEW BRUNSWICK The Algonquin, St. Andrews, N.B. McAdam Hotel, McAdam, N.B. The social centre of Canada's most fashionable seashore summer resort, charmingly situated overlooking Passamaquoddy Bay. Two golf courses (18 and 9 holes), bathing, yachting, boating, bowling green, deep sea and fresh water fishing, tennis, etc. In summer, has through sleeping car service to Montreal. Open June 21st to September 5th American plan. One mile from station. A commercial hotel at an important junction point; also for the sportsman, the starting point into a magnificent fishing and big game country. Open all year. American plan. At station. IN WESTERN CANADA Royal Alexandra Hotel, Winnipeg, Man. Hotel Saskatchewan, Regina, Sask. Hotel Palliser, Calgary, Alta. A popular hotel in the largest city of Western Canada, appealing to those who wish to break their transcontinental journey. The centre of Winnipeg's social life. Good golfing and motoring. Open all year. European plan. At station. A new hotel in the old capital of the Northwest Territory, headquarters of the Mounted Police. Golf, tennis. Most central hotel for the prairies. European Plan. Open all year. A handsome hotel of metropolitan standard, in this prosperous city of Southern Alberta. Suited equally to the business man and the tourist en route to or from the Canadian Rockies. Good golfing and motoring. Open all year. European plan. At station. IN THE CANADIAN ROCKIES Banff Springs Hotel, Banff, Alta. Chateau Lake Louise, Lake Louise, Alta. Emerald lake Chalet, near Field, B.C. Hotel Sicamous, Sicamous, B.C. A magnificent hotel in the heart of the Banff National Park, backed by three splendid mountain ranges. Alpine climbing motoring and drives on good roads, bathing, hot sulphur springs, golf, tennis, fishing, boating and riding. Open May 15th to October 1st. European plan. Special rates to longer term or resident guests. 1 y2 miles from station. Altitude 4,625 feet. A wonderful hotel facing an exquisite Alpine Lake in Banff National Park. Alpine climbing with Swiss guides, pony trips or walks to Lakes in the Clouds, Saddleback, etc., drives or motoring to Moraine Lake, boating, fishing. Open June 1st to September 30th. European plan. 3 }4 miles from station by motor railway. Altitude 5,670 feet. A charming chalet hotel situated at the foot of Mount Burgess, amidst the picturesque Alpine scenery of the Yoho National Park. Roads and trails to the Burgess Pass, Yoho Valley, etc. Boating and fishing. Open June 15th to September 15th. American plan. Seven miles from station. Altitude 4,262 feet. Junction for the orchard districts of the Okanagan Valley, and stop-over point for those who wish to see the Thompson and Fraser Canyons by daylight. Lake Shuswap district offers good boating, and excellent trout fishing and hunting in season. Open all year. American plan. At station. Altitude 1,146 feet. ON THE PACIFIC COAST Hotel Vancouver, Vancouver, B.C. Empress Hotel, Victoria, B.C. The largest hotel on the North Pacific Coast, overlooking the Strait of Georgia, and serving equally the business man and the tourist. Situated in the heart of the shopping district of Vancouver. Golf, motoring, fishing, hunting, bathing, steamer excursions. Open all year. European plan. One-half mile from station. A luxurious hotel in this Garden City of the Pacific Coast. An equable climate has made Victoria a favorite summer and winter resort Motoring, yachting, sea and stream fishing, shooting and all-year golf. Crystal Garden for swimming and bathing. Open all year. European plan. Facing wharf. HOTELS AND BUNGALOW CAMPS REACHED BY CANADIAN PACIFIC Kentville, N.S Digby, N.S French River, Ont.. Nipigon, Ont Kenora, Ont Moraine Lake, Alta., Cornwallis Inn The Pines . . French River Camp . Nipigon River Camp . . . Devil's Gap Camp . 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Title | A week in Quebec in the spring |
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Thornley, Betty Canadian Pacific Railway Company |
Date Created | 1930 |
Description | Pamphlet describing a week in Quebec. |
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Tourism--Canada--Quebec |
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Advertisements |
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FileFormat | application/pdf |
Language | English |
Identifier | CC-TX-202-10-9 CC_TX_202_010_009 |
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Wallace B. Chung and Madeline H. Chung Collection |
Source | Original Format: University of British Columbia. Library. Rare Books and Special Collections. The Chung Collection. CC-TX-202-10-9 |
Date Available | 2016-03 |
Provider | Vancouver : University of British Columbia Library |
Rights | Images provided for research and reference use only. Permission to publish, copy or otherwise use these images must be obtained from Rare Books and Special Collections: http://rbsc.library.ubc.ca/ |
DOI | 10.14288/1.0229267 |
Category | Travel and tourism on the C.P.R. |
RBSCLocation | Box 202 |
AggregatedSourceRepository | CONTENTdm |
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