THE BELLE RIVER COMMUNITY 129

The traveller asked the time the train was due at the terminus. The conductor handed him a calendar.

And the trains don’t even run on Sundays!

Religious? Perhaps!

Around and back of Montague and the adjacent country is some of the finest scenery on the Island. Roads and little narrow lanes lead invitingly onward, along green—bordered shady rivers, past red-furrowed fields, through leafy glades. The coastline cuts in here and there. The land juts out. And where the screaming sea—gulls swoop down on the restless Gulf, boats ply back and forth along the coast. The fields of Lower Montague stretch along the red banks of the river. And overhead is a white speckled sky.

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Brudenell Point was much farther off than we had anticipated. By the time we reached the last distant turn, we were tired and dusty. Down we dropped by the roadside. What did we care about Brudenell Point . . . its cairn . . . and its history? We were tired. That was the only thing that mattered —to us. Away to the right rose a tall steeple. Below it was the framework of a building. We were tired, but we were also curious. \Vhat church could be so far out on the Point? It could not be anything else except a church with that tall steeple. It seemed a long way to go to see it, though

“Got a penny?”

“Yes . . . Heads—we see the steeple. "

“Right!”

The steeple lost.

We plodded along the last weary mile to the Point—