A LEGEND OF GENERAL WOLFE 249

Or is that what he was travelling in search of ? In silence we throw a few white sea shells on his grave and go away.

In 1793, William Carey, the missionary and English Oriental scholar, sailed for the East Indies to begin his work as a Baptist missionary. At the same time as he sailed to the East Indies, his brother took a boat and sailed west to Prince Edward Island. At least, this is the Island tradition. Here he became a squatter, like many others, in the district of West Point. At that time, the lands of proprietors who failed to fulfil their contracts with the British government reverted to the Crown. Then, the squatters came and just*- squatted.

Soon afterwards, a certain Bruce Stewart, of West River, after having presumably made some agreement with the absent landlords to the effect that he had purchased the lots, demanded from the squatters a personal agreement promising to pay him rent.

Carey heard of this scheme. On horseback he went back and forth through the lots warning the people to sign no agreement. Only a few had signed before Carey got around to warn them. For years they were forced to pay rent to Stewart. But those who were warned in time and had not signed the agreement were free from payment.

In this 'same cemetery, Carey the squatter sleeps, too, perhaps with the consciousness of a deed well done.

The further south one goes along this coast the more the coast changes, and with it the legends and stories of the district. So it is with West Point. The coast is low and scraggy in parts. Instead of clifls there is sand. Instead of caves there is cedar. And above