152 OVER ON THE ISLAND

aviators. And far over the sea lies Cape Breton, a mere speck in the distance. . . . We have come to the end of the Island.

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There is a difference about the eastern north shore. You notice it as soon as you leave Souris. From Murray Harbour to Souris the coast is a succession of peaceful pastoral scenes with fishing villages dotting the coast. This network of red and green winds its way along the ocean, like long trimmings on a Christmas- tree. Every one knows Fortune. Every one speaks of Murray Harbour. All have been to Montague. But of the eastern north shore few know or remark.

In truth, though, this section of the country cannot compare in beauty with many other parts. As an early settler remarked glumly, “You might as well be on the rock of Barra.” So one district became Rock Barra in memory of the settlers’ similar struggles in their forsaken isle of the Hebrides.

Strange, we thought, in this lonely out-of-the-way place to find a spot so reminiscent in the sound of its name to the Monte Carlo of the Riviera. How did such a little district acquire such a charming and descriptive name—Monticello! But how different the two places are! Imagine a Monte Carlo, with all its accoutrements, on this lonely northern shore!

On and on we go lest in lingering long at Monticello we find ourselves gambling with pebbles or spinning wheels.

Greenwich!

“Well, what next!” exclaimed Jean.

“St. Peter’s, " I answered absently.

Jean was determined. She had missed gambling at