194 OVER ON THE ISLAND

Why is Traveller’s Rest funny? I really don’t know, unless it is because it is the unlikeliest looking place for resting that I ever saw. The pocket-size station alone invites mirth, with that mirthful sign as wide as the station itself, and at each end—Traveller’s Rest.

But Traveller's Rest is a quiet, peaceful, farming community with no other claim, except its name, to interest. To the children it is Traveller’s Roost. It is so near Summerside that there is no need for travellers to rest——or roost—here. Originally, they were glad to. In the old days, when there was only a bridle path connecting Charlottetown with the western part of the Island, the government had a log house built here. It had a fireplace and plenty of dry wood always on hand, so that travellers could rest. Then, it became the name of an inn. There were other inns of the same name at St. Peter’s Road, and Tryon, but only the one here was successful in bestowing its name on the farming community.

And Why is it? You can say Five Houses, Ship- wreck Point, Tryon, without arousing anything but interest. But say Traveller’s Restwand every one is chuckling.

Well, since we were in Traveller’s Rest, we decided to do what no other traveller ever thinks of doing—to rest here.

We were not destined to rest long. Along came an old man. In the course of conversation he discovered we had just been to Princetown. And when he discovered further that we had not heard the story of Princetown United Church, he felt it his bounden duty to relate it. Now, I feel it is my bounden duty to write it up.