LENNOX ISLAND AND MICMACS 203

And the vivid lightnings flew; With a noble pride,

Which fear defied,

With steady hand and true The fragile skiff

By the frowning cliff

He could steadily guide, And safely glide,

In joyful glee, Triumphantly,

The roaring surges through.

Descendants of Micmacs! Their dress, their man- ners, and their habits have all been changed. Their heritage has been snatched away. But still they are Indians. They still look Indian. That is one thing at any rate that the white man could not take away from them. These Indians, a branch of the great Algonquin family, are said to be descendants of the great chief, Maopeltu, of Port Royal.

The forefathers of ex-chief Sark are said to have come from Halifax near the end of the sixteenth century. After they had landed, the chief sent out scouts to spy out the land. They returned with the information that the country was the fairest in the world—the rivers teemed with fish; the forests with game. The report of the scouts was so enthusiastic that the Indians migrated. Here they lived on there- after, more or less detached from the world. Little it mattered to them that Lady Sarah Lennox had drawn their Island in the great lottery of 1767. They knew it was really theirs. In 1870, they were con- firmed in their belief. The Aborigines’ Protection Society of London, England, bought Lennox Island from the proprietors for about three hundred and forty