Susanna Moodie,
Roughing it in the Bush — Chapter III: Our Journey up the Country
“ Helens glittered in the beams of the sun, and the bugle-call, wafted over the waters, sounded so cheery and inspiring, that it banished all fears of the cholera, and, with fear, the heavy gloom that had clouded my mind since we left Quebec. I could once more hold sweet converse with nature, and enjoy the soft loveliness of the rich and harmonious scene.A loud cry from one of the crew startled me; I turned to the river, and beheld a man struggling in the water a short distance from our vessel. ”
