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     approaches the coast a glorious pageant opens up before 
     
     him. From out the sail—flecked sea arises a land of almost 
     
     tropical loveliness 
     
     “ A long low line of beach, with crest of trees, 
     
     With openings of rich verdure, emerald—lined,” 
     
    

    
     and on the pearly flood laying the ruddy shores is mirrored 
     
     an azure sky—the colors red, green, and blue, intensifying 
     
     and beautifying each other. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The appearance of the land is wholly unlike that which 
     
     the tourist has just left behind. True, it lacks the element 
     
     of grandeur, being devoid of the romantic boldness that 
     
     characterizes much of the Gulf shore. But it is graceful 
     
     with hills and dales. with here and there through fir and 
     
     spruce enchanting glimpses of silver streams, or charming 
     
     lakelets mirroring the encircling woods ; and it is picturesque 
     
     and pleasing everywhere. The scenery is of sweet pastoral 
     
     simplicity resembling that of England, and the undulating 
     
     expanse is thickly dotted o’er with comfortable homesteads 
     
     which in many cases are surrounded by trimly kept hedges 
     
     imparting an air of great neatness. The peculiar greenness 
     
     of the fields and meadows rivals that of the Emerald Isle 
     
     itself, and presents a scene of rare beauty. And invading 
     
     the land everywhere, and moulding the red cliffs into 
     
     fantastic shapes, is the lovely restless sea. The all-too— 
     
     short summer months unfold a series of beautiful pano- 
     
     ramic views from the living green of June to the yellow 
     
     sheen of August‘s waving grain, and then the golden hues 
     
     of autumn. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Summer \Vhile the whole Province is a great vacation land, 
     
    
   
   
    
     Resm’ts “ With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks 
     
    

    
     To lie and read in, sloping into brooks, " 
     
     there are some particular summer haunts which have become 
     
     popular. To the vacationist, Summerside and Charlottetown 
     
     ——the two gateways of the Island—may offer attractions 
     
     enough since they are radically different from the hot 
     
    
   
   
    
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