LENNOX ISLAND AND MICMACS 197 it winds its majestic way. Far out on its broad bosom juts a lanky sand bar. "Splendid for shooting ducks," some one whispers in my ear. Far down the other way another bar juts out. "Splendid, too," continues the voice. That is, if you like to shoot ducks, but, somehow, that is not my impression of Grand River . I think the ducks "go well" with the river and look better on the wing than on the table. The journey across on the cable ferry is too short entirely. And then the road winds on again past enterprising farms and fertile lands, through tiny villages, and small fishing communities. St. Eleanor's once was important. and Bideford , too, were important in the old days. But, like St. Eleanor's, 's importance diminished. When shipbuilding and lumber export trade died away, settled down to enjoy a serene old age. Long before was , and a flourishing settlement, the lithe Indians and Frenchmen roamed happily and lived contentedly in this fruitful district. To the Indians, was merely a stepping-stone to their beloved Lennox Island . To the French, it was the parish of Malpeque . Here in these early days a flourishing settlement of French pioneers lived. Here they built their little church and placed their tiny cemetery near it. This was probably the lucky parish which escaped the deportation of 1758, but whether its inhabitants remained here or wandered in fear farther to the west is unknown. Eventually, their descendants did move farther west and established homes in the northern point.