On reaching the next rapid, Treffle asked all who could
to get out and walk along the bank, as the boat was
drawing too much water. Robbie wanted to go with
us, but grannie clung to him. ’Should the
boatie cowp, who would save him gin I was na at hand?’
she asked. To help the crew, we pulled at a towline
until she got to another small canal. As we went
on, we had the excitement of watching boats pass us
on their way to Montreal, shooting the rapids.
They were heavily loaded, mostly with bags of flour,
yet ran down the foaming waters safely. To us
boys, was more exciting the passage of rafts, for
they splashed the water into spray. Having overcome
that rapid, we all got on board, and the crew had
an easier time in pushing along until we got in sight
of a church perched above a cluster of cottages.
The mistress asked Treffle how they made the passage
before the small canals were cut where the rapids were
most dangerous. He explained, that at the first
rapid all the freight was unloaded and conveyed in
carts to the landing-place on lake St Francis, while
the empty boats were poled and towed close alongside
the edge of the bank, avoiding the boiling water.
In those days the boats were lighter and sailed in
companies, and their crews united to take them up
one by one. The village, the Cedars, was to be
the resting-place of the boatmen until next day, and
scattering among the houses, where a few of them had
their families, they left the boat to the passengers.
Treffle led the way to houses where provisions could
be bought and at prices so low that the women wondered.
Saying nothing so good to make men strong, he bought
for the mistress a big piece of boiled pork, which,
sliced thin, we enjoyed either with bread or our ship-biscuit.
We watched the baking of bread. It was fired
in queer little white plastered ovens set in front
of each house, looking somewhat like beehives placed
on top of strong tables. The ovens are filled
with wood, which is set on fire, and when the oven
is hot enough the wood is raked out, the loaves shoved
in, and the door shut. We youngsters gathered
round one on seeing the woman was about to open it.
When she drew out the first loaf, with a fine crust
and an appetizing smell, we could not help giving
a cheer, it was so wonderful to us. We went back
to the boat with a lot of food, to which was added
fish, bought from a man as he landed from his canoe,
which we fried. That evening we had the best
meal since we left home, and at night had plenty of
room to sleep, for the air being hot a number of us
slept beneath the trees. We safely got past the
fourth and last of the rapids, floating out of a little
canal into a large lake. The wind was still in
the west, so we had to keep tacking, and it was afternoon
when we passed Cornwall and steered for the south
side of the St Lawrence. Allan was pointing out
to Grannie what was British and what was American;
she remarked, on comparing the houses on the two banks,
’That gin Canadians wad build houses of wood,