82 OVER ON THE ISLAND

had received no satisfaction. The two men tried the door but it was locked. As they loOked through the small Windows at the side of the door they saw the form of a woman ascending the stairs to the belfry. The sexton went for the key.

The sexton, the minister, and the captain then unlocked the door and went up, too. The wind made the belfry tremble and shake as they ascended the ladder. This belfry was reached by a small trap hatch that had to be shut down when the bell was rung from above. Again they heard the bell. Up they went . . . and put up the hatch.

Nothing! Absolutely nothing to be seen!

In the afternoon of that day, the steamer, Fairy Queen, foundered in the Northumberland Strait near Pictou. Seven were drowned—~three of whom were members of St. James’ Church.

It was a strange coincidence!

It was too eerie. I left St. James’ Church to meditate on its ghostly legends and set out for the park.

There may be more artistically laid out parks in other cities, but certainly none can surpass the natural beauty of Victoria Park in Charlottetown. It has a charm all its own. De la Ronde was correct when he said, so many years ago, “We are in Port la Joye, one of the most beautiful harbours that eye could behold.” De la Ronde is still correct. The park sweeps in a wide semi-circle out into Hillsborough Bay as if trying to see what is going on across the harbour. Cars are parked here and there along the wide waterfront. As a section of the park is not open to cars, many people never see the entire park at all.

Up and down the hillocks on the terrace overlooking