There is now very little trace of the primeval forest at Morell; by the sea coast and

lalong the banks of the curbing Morell River, and bordering the cross roads leading through lthe settlement are the houses of comfortable husbandmen who by thrift and energy have l added to the land they originally held. l Particularly handsome and luxuriously furnished are the houses of some of the lSinnott family who have certainly lost nothing by their unfailing generosity to the house of lGod. All through the settlement one is struck by the fine orchards of the farmers; apples of 'very choice varieties here attain to a great degree of perfection. The Morell is the finest lfresh water river in Prince Edward Island, indeed the only one that is worthy of the name. lts banks are fringed by shade trees and afford a charming resort to the angler, for to this river the disciples of Isaak Walton flock every summer in great numbers, and here the speclded trout are taken captives by thousands. There does not seem to be any authentic iversion of the origin of the appellation of this river, which has given its name to the parish. It is the centre one of three streams which irrigate this part of the country, flowing through land that still shows the dykes and narrow furrows of the early French farmer. These rivers have all French names, one is the Marie, the other the Midgell, probably a contraction of St. Michel.

Part of the Worrell estate, that part upon which are the ruins of the French cellars nd Earth works, was at one time rented to Captain Stukely, friend or relative of the aptain Burns who was the fust resident at St. Andrews. After his departure for England, he farm was rented by Mr. Donald Beaton, who with his family had come from Lochaber Scotland to settle in lle SLJean. Mr. Beaton had several sons who assisted him on his arm; he also had hired the services of an English labourer, who was a resident of his ouse. One night this servant was out about the farm until a late hour and returned in a tate of nervous excitement, telling how he had seen an old man in the blue uniform of a rench Military Officer, who had asked him to meet him at a given spot on the following ight.

The Englishman appeared anxious to escape the proffered interview, but Mr. Beaton's sons persuaded him to keep his appointment, and provided him with a blessed candle and holy water, in case of emergencies. The military ghost, true to his word appeared, and after a long conversation with the Englishman, told him that when:

On every stream should stand a mill, And a house be built on every hill," lthe French would again come and take possession of lle St. Jean. He also mentioned casually that he was buried under the end of one of Mr. Beaton' s barns, and adduced as a proof of the veracity of all that he had said that a certain cow would he turned out to graze with the herd the following day and would never more be seen.

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