AT THE INN When Quebec came into view Robert stood up and looked long at the great rock and the town that crowned it, hung on its slopes and nestled at the foot of the cliffs below.

Brilliant sunshine gilded its buildings of stone and gray wood, and played like burnished gold on the steeples of its many churches.

In the distance the streets leading up the steep cliffs looked like mere threads, but in the upper town the great public buildings, the Intendant's Palace, the Cathedral, Notre Dame de la Victoire, the convents of the Ursuline Nuns and the Recollet Friars, the Bishop's Palace, and others raised for the glory and might of France, were plainly visible.
In more than one place he saw the Bourbon lilies floating and from the little boat on which he stood in the stream it looked like a grim and impregnable fortress of the Old World.

The wonderful glow of the air, and the vast river flowing at its feet, magnified and colored everything.

It was a city ten times its real size and the distance turned gray wood to gray stone.