180 OVER ON THE ISLAND then set them out again in the snow bank under the verandah. Did they form in line, I wonder, awaiting their turn? Queens is a particularly fortunate county in many respects. It is especially so because of its stone dykes. These strikingly beautiful links with old Scotland were constructed by the early Scottish settlers. They consist of layers of red stone alternating with layers of sod, and topped by long rows of spruce trees, or some¬ times by a fence. Now they are covered with flowers and berries and leaves, springing from the cementing sod. They are beautiful in their mellow serenity of old age, and they stand apart as a wee bit of Old Scotland on the happy isle. Sometimes birds nest in the crevasses of the rock. What a joy to the country¬ side and what a contrast with its neighbour, the barbed-wire fence. We saw the two types together, but separately, Jean and I. "Look!" Jean exclaimed, her shining eyes on the old stone dyke. "Nothing unusual about that," I remarked, my eyes on the barbed-wire on the other side of the road. Then she saw the wire and / saw the dyke. What a contrast! The mellowness and charm of stately old Britain stood on one side of the road; on the other, stood the efficiency, the plain artistry of modern America. We went looking for fences, and we did some real research work with a camera. There were all kinds of fences and they made an interesting study. Wire fences were common enough. They stood erect in their immaturity or they lay sagging and broken with the ravage of years. There were other