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make. If I transport some foreign Protestants to— say—South Carolina, will you give me fifty acres for every person I transport?”

“The plan seems quite reasonable," approved the Board.

”I want the grant to be made in the Island of St. John.”

The Board look slightly displeased at this unex- pected turn of affairs.

“ In the Island of St. John! We suggest some other locality. How about Cape Breton?”

“NO,”

”Well, Mr. McNutt, we shall consider the matter and let you know later. Good—morning.”

The Board’s reply was not long forthcoming. Although they highly approved of the proposal for transporting settlers, they decided that the McNutt grant would have to be made in any other district except St. John’s Island. So ended another man’s dream of Prince Edward Island.

“Fifty acres per person . . .,” mused the dis- appointed transplanter. “Only twenty thousand settlers would have made me ruler of the whole Island.”

There were still other schemes. But they, too, were carried out—in the waste paper basket.

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And as I muse . . . the whistle blows and ahead I see a clear line of dark red cliHs capped by green spruce trees. The Vista recalls me suddenly to the exciting present. What is ahead? I have