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County. He even divided her into streets. Prince- town was delighted. Wasn’t this what she had always dreamed of even when she was merely a parking-place for Indian canoes, and French fishing boats? The future looked bright.

But fate had ordained that she should merely glimpse the might-be, and then subside into a calm, peaceful old maidenhood life on the North Shore, her cherished dream still unrealized. Gracefully and quietly she withdrew, yet she clung with doubtful inconsistency to her name and the road she still calls “ King Street. ”

You can see that Princetown really is a town if you look carefully at a map of the roads—I mean streets; but the harbour, disappointed because she has not been given the promised wharves, and shipping, has just rested on her oars and drifted on .

The first English— speaking settlers here were Mont- gomeries. In 1769, they came out in a ship bound for Quebec. Here they landed to get water. The ladies of the party were so delighted with the scenery that they begged their relatives to land here instead of proceeding to Quebec. Only one family dis- embarked. I wonder what they thought of their rashness in later years. Surely, they must have been glad.

Here, in Princetown, stood the Council House of the Micmacs. And here at sunrise, in 1497, gathered thirty dusky warriors. They were silent and puzzled. Finally, their great chief, VVamptook, rose to his feet, and addressed them. He placed before them a prob— lem—the white men had appeared on their little island. He, \Vamptook, had encountered them. What were they now to do?