258 OVER ON THE ISLAND New Brunswick , for instance, should contain most of Maine. The Maritimes should be one province. "And would you leave British Columbia as it is?" Jean inquired. "No," said the reformer thoughtfully, "I'd tack on the Yukon." We took the five o'clock ferry to Bedeque . The town with its industry and enterprise, and endeavour slid gradually away. The boat furrowed a path, and we sat back serene in the joy of the salt spray, the gentle breeze, the warm sun. It seems strange, and I am sure all good Bedequites would be surprised to know that "Eptek," the name applied to this district by the Micmac Indians, means "the hot place." Bedeque , as a settlement, received its impetus with the flocking in of the United Empire Loyalists. Down by the shore we camped for the night—across from Summerside . Already the lights were beginning to twinkle on the harbour. Gradually, they came on, and soon the darkness sparkled with gold pin-points. Directly across from us some campers lighted a bon¬ fire. The hint was too much. In the semi-darkness, we, too, collected scattered bits of wood, and sent an answering beacon blazing to the sky. Higher and higher shot the sparks and lighted in showers on the shore and water. The beacon on the other shore soon languished. Eventually, it became a mere suggestion. "A summer on the Bedeque shore is entirely too short," murmured Jean sleepily. " It is, and an evening is merely tantalizing. " There is a private collection of relics in Bedeque which rivals O'Leary 's Old Curiosity Shop. Perhaps the most fascinating is its antique bath tub which