Soon after we had sailed past a kind of ordnance-wharf, a passenger pointed out to me the precipitous bank where General Wolfe led his army to the plains of Abraham above. While looking at this celebrated spot, two schoolboys, the eldest about fifteen, passengers going to Montreal, stood beside us, and listened with avidity to our conversation, so much so that their intense curiosity attracted my particular attention. But judge of my surprise, when, after questioning them on the subject, I found they were no less than the historians of the achievement. They had, it seems, gathered some traditionary circumstances concerning the conquest of the country, the impression of which had so excited their imaginations, that they were induced to weave them into a tale; and though the narrative be somewhat loose and desultory, the incidents are told with picturesque effect. Their notices of savage habits and fortitude are very striking, and have an originality about them, which could only have been derived from the Indians themselves. I made the youths not a little proud, by soliciting a copy of their joint production; and I have the greater pleasure in laying it before the reader, as we met with nothing in the voyage to Montreal equally interesting, nor observed any object on the banks of the river, (which are generally tame and European-like,) that in description would supply more entertainment, or better illustrate the character of the scene.