You sell your soul to the devil; you ask him to help you; you deny God.

You get into a canoe and call on the devil.

You are lifted up, canoe and all, and you rush on down rapids, over falls, on the Kimash River in the air.

The devil stands behind you and shouts, and you sing, 'V'la! l'bon vent! V'la l'joli vent!' On and on you go, faster and faster, and you forget the world, and you forget yourself, and the devil is with you in the air--in the chasse-galerie on the Kimash River." "Jo," said Charley Steele, "do you honestly think there's a river like that ?" 'M'sieu', I know it.

I saw Ignace Latoile, who robbed a priest and got drunk on the communion wine--I saw him with the devil in the Black Canoe at the Saguenay.