/ - u * Like a puff of down before a gale, Like a whiff of smoke that leaves no trail, Like nothing that ever happened before They are all gone, they are seen no more. They have vanished as if they had never been And we doubt if our eyes have ever seen. Then write it down in a seaman's lore, The Phantom Ship has sailed once more". Time passes and great changes come with the years; the people change and their ways are new. It follows that the identity and pride of a small country dis¬ trict may soon be lost forever yet, to this day, I believe truly there still remains, deep in the heart of Sable, something of the old spirit of hospitality, friendliness, and the code of a Good Neighbour. "Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die, but is all still here, and recognized or not, lives and works through endless changes". _> )