ANNE OF GREEN GABLES COUNTRY 165

The sun descended that evening on two burnt and miserable backs. The moon shone down sympathetic- ally that evening on two burnt and miserable backs. The morning sun rose and looked inquiringly at the two burnt and miserable backs. We moved on—

painfully. ”There is quite a romantic story in connection with Dundee, ” remarked Jean. “ It’s a place we shan’t

see on this trip, though. A girl, in Dundee, Scotland, was betrothed to a chap who agreed to meet her in Charlottetown. She arrived and waited a long time, but he never appeared nor was his ship ever heard of again. In due time, she dried her tears and married another, but the district in which she lived could not let an opportunity like that slip by unnoticed, so they named the district . . .

“Dundee . . . Pass the salve. I heard that story before, but the details were slightly different. Now, if we can get a boat here, we can go straight across to Savage Harbour and it will save us a long trip around.”

After much explaining we convinced two fisher- men that we could and would pay them to take us and our bikes across the harbour. They took us finally.

Savage Harbour! The harbour entrance has been shifting continually, they told us, and is not at all like it was years ago. They had heard a story years ago, about the place . . . but, oh, they had forgotten the yarn. After we had pressed them to remember, however, they recalled that the legend related how once upon a time a great Indian battle took place here, but of the details they couldn't remember. The story