The Indians, as Cartier saw them, seemed to have no settled home, but to wander to and fro in their canoes, taking fish and game as they went.

Their land appeared to him the fairest that could be seen, level as a pond; in every opening of the forest he saw wild grains and berries, roses and fragrant herbs.

It was, indeed, a land of promise that lay basking in the sunshine of a Canadian summer.

The warmth led Cartier to give to the bay the name it still bears--Chaleur.
On July 12 the ships went north again.

Their progress was slow.
Boisterous gales drove in great seas from the outer Gulf.