226 OVER ON THE ISLAND

River, and the Communist settlement becomes active; of Brudenell, and the tireless de Roma wanders around his little domain.

So it is with Montrose. Think of Montrose, and immediately you visualize the most exquisite spot on Prince Edward Island. The only place which resembles it at all is Fortune—beautiful Fortune of the eastern coast. They are much alike in general appearance. They are alike in maintaining associa- tions-Flockton with Fortune; the Gordons with Montrose. It is hard to judge but I think they are the most beautiful spots on Prince Edward Island. Montrose is beautiful. And its “Sou’west” is an enchanting and well-beloved spot.

As one muses amid the glistening white birch trees on the high river bank it is easy to believe that fairies dance here when the moon is full, that sprightly elves skip around with the nimble squirrels, that the timid little wood creatures hold mighty conclaves—at night, when every bonfire has flickered to a finish. Mindful of it all, the cottages, perched on the cliffs, keep one wary window on the nightly proceedings. Strange shadows from the trees fall on the quiet water. The silent canoes glide swan-like and swiftly through the shadows, their paddles dipping into a halo of phos- phorescence.

Montrose!

A place with such a name has the faculty of entwin- ing itself around the very heartstrings of its people. So it was with Montrose in Scotland. A settler in this new land of Prince Edward Island noticed the resemblance in the scenery to that beautiful Scottish retreat, and named the Island district “Montrose."