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Page 46 - I confess that I should have no longing to stay here for a week ; notwithstanding the guide-book distinctly says that this harbor has ' a striking resemblance to the beautiful Bay of Naples.' I am not offended at this remark, for it is the one always made about a harbor, and I am sure the passing traveller can stand it, if the Bay of Naples can.
Page 131 - In this atmosphere, which seems to flow over all these Atlantic isles at this season, one endures a great deal of exercise with little fatigue ; or he is content to sit still and has no feeling of sluggishness. Mere living is a kind of happiness, and the easy-going traveller is satisfied with little to do and less to see. Let the reader not understand that we are recommending him to go to Baddeck. Far from it There are few whom it would pay to go a thousand...
Page 44 - It is,—this valley of the Annapolis, — in the belief of provincials, the most beautiful and blooming place in the world, with a soil and climate kind to the husbandman; a land of fair meadows, orchards, and vines. It was doubtless our own fault that this...
Page 81 - They look into the post-office and the fancy store. They stroll and take their little provincial pleasure, and make love, for all we can see, as if Antigonish were a part of the world. How they must look down on Marshy Hope and Addington Forks and Tracadie ! What a charming place to live in is this...
Page 151 - By land, to the island of Cape Breton ? "- -"What ! is Cape Breton an island ? " — " Certainly." — ' Hah ! are you sure of that ? " When I pointed it out on the map, he examined it earnestly with his spectacles ; then taking me in his arms, " My dear C •," cried he, " you always bring us good news. Egad, I'll go directly, and tell the king that Cape Breton is an island.
Page 100 - ... into the recesses of the land, to the remote country farms and settlements, the flavor of salt, and the fish and mollusks of the briny sea. There is very little tide at any time, so that the shores are clean and sightly for the most part, like those of fresh-water lakes.
Page 163 - ... something That the productive island, with its system of free schools, is about to enter upon a prosperous career, and that Charlottetown is soon to become a place of great activity, no one who converses with the natives can doubt, and I think that even now no traveller will regret spending an hour or two there ; but it is necessary to say that the rosy inducements for tourists to spend the summer there exist only in the guide-books.
Page 75 - ... hardly ever go out now. 8. When we were young, our mother would often tell us fairy stories which interested us very much. 9. We remember them yet, and we hope (that) we shall never forget them. 10. I had been there ten days when he came. 11. He had been reading an hour before his sister rose.
Page 42 - The white houses of Digby, scattered over the downs like a flock of washed sheep, had a somewhat chilly aspect, it is true, and made us long for the sun on them. But as I think of it now, I prefer to have the town and the pretty hillsides that stand about the basin in the light we saw them ; and especially do I like to recall the high wooden pier at Digby, deserted by the tide and so blown by the wind that the passengers who came out on it, with their tossing drapery, brought to mind the windy Dutch...
Page 168 - ... it is a place that, like some faces, makes no sort of impression on the memory. We went ashore there, and tried to take an interest in the shipbuilding, and in the little oysters which the harbor yields ; but whether we did take an interest or not has passed out of memory. A small, unpicturesque, wooden town, in the languor of a provincial summer; why should we pretend an interest in it which we did not feel? It did not disturb our reposeful frame of mind, nor much interfere with our enjoyment...