THE BELLE RIVER COMMUNITY 127 "Moraines. There are some in . By the way, are the fish all gone?" "They certainly are!" In a very few minutes our visitors had disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared. "Moraines, my eye!" muttered Jean disgustedly. 3 The Island is evenly balanced with Summerside at one end, and Montague at the other. For both are up-to-date commercial centres, set in most attractive surroundings. Montague lies in a valley and clambers up the slopes of the adjacent hills. Through it a river winds its way. On the bridge, in the heart of the village-town, urchins gather and perform feats of accuracy with sticks and stones on the water flowing beneath. The citizens themselves called the town "Montague the Beautiful," and to-day that name has become firmly attached to it. Paved streets and electric lights proclaim it a town indeed. I was discussing the train service with Jean in town just before we started on our trip. Jean marvelled at the politeness of the Island trains. "Why, do you know," she exclaimed, "the trains actually back out of Charlottetown . They back out of Montague . . ." "And by golly," broke in a dejected-looking man sitting near us, "they back out of Elmira." "They back out of Alberton ," went on Jean, "and out of Souris . . ." I was astounded. Such politeness with regard to trains is not experienced in every province. I called up the train dispatcher.