“...And, as we looked upon the rugged mountains in the background raising their heads towards heaven, Cape Tourment towering high above all, while close beside us the lovely island of Orleans spread her green forests, her picturesque villages, her quaint churches and her fertile fields, we were gladdened with the rough music of the sailor's song of labour, but of cheerfulness––

“Ho cheerly men, cheerly men, ho,”

and could from our hearts pity him who could see nothing in the glorious scene except the specs of mud which dimmed the lustre of his patent leather boots while walking through the city during a summer shower.”
[Salmon Fishing in the Canadian River Moisie, The Dublin University Magazine, vol.58, October 1861]