The Maritime Provinces: A Handbook for Travellers. A Guide to the Chief Cities, Coasts, and Islands of the Maritime Provinces of Canada ...Ticknor, 1885 - 336 pages |
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Acadian American ancient Annapolis ascends Baddeck bank Bay of Chaleur Bay of Fundy beautiful bold Boston Bras d'Or British Brunswick building Canada Canso Cape Breton Catholic Charlottetown chief church cliffs coast Cove crosses deep distance district Eastport enters erected farming fisheries fishing fleet forests France Fredericton French frigates Grand Halifax hamlet harbor head highlands hills Hotel House Indians inhabitants Intercolonial Railway Island Isle John River John's Lake land Lawrence leaving lighthouse lofty Louisbourg Micmacs miles Montreal mountains mouth narrow nearly Newfoundland Nova Scotia occupied Parrsboro passes Pictou picturesque pleasant Point Port Port Hawkesbury Province Quebec reached Rivière road rock Route Royal runs Saguenay sail salmon scenery seen settlement Shediac ships shore side soon station steamer steamships Strait Strait of Canso stream summer Sydney Tadousac town traversed trout valley vessels vicinity village visited Whycocomagh wide
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Page 109 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 109 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wand.er at will o'er the meadows. West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northward Blomidon rose and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley but...
Page 109 - Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Page 109 - Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
Page 113 - Still stands the forest primeval ; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race, with other customs and language. Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom.
Page 110 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Page 109 - ... primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers, — Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands...
Page 320 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 110 - Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics. Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Page 110 - When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled...