CHAPTER IX LENNOX ISLAND AND MICMACS

We see the old county capital, visit the forgotten parish of Malpeque, and dig for gold at the Point. We see the Indians of Lennox Island.

T. ELEANOR’S is an historic village but few Speople ever have time to stop and look at it. It is

too near Summerside. Long ago, when Summer- side was merely Green’s Shore, and western towns still a dream, this quiet little corner was the capital of Prince County. Here, a court house and jail were erected, an Anglican church, and stores. For forty years it held its ground, watching with envy the growth of its neighbouring rival, Green's Shore. Still the court house stands there, and as proof of its historic appearance, few strangers ever pass the building without making some comment about it or asking some questions regarding its origin.

Now, at St. Eleanor’s, we strike for the first time the western road, but we merely look, and turn with superior knowledge to the other route via Grand River ferry. True the western road is partially paved. Because of that, ninety-five per cent. of travellers journey west by that route. It is a pity. For this road gives quite an erroneous impression of Prince County. The other route, which begins at St. Eleanor’s, turns and runs, now prosaically, now enticingly, and stops suddenly at the Grand River. For it is grand. The broad expanse of green-fringed water, often placid, often turbulent, seems indeed to suit the peaceful maritime countryside through which

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