man” is still believed to prolong his phantom existence, for the natives say that sometimes when the sea is quiet and calm, vast white waves roll in from the Gulf bearing on their crest a phantom ship crowded with men in old—style uniforms. An officer stands on the bow, with a white—clad woman on his left arm, and as the surge sweeps the doomed ship on with terrific speed, a tremendous crash is heard and i the clear, agonizing cry of a woman—and then, nothing is left to view save the stern cliffs and the tranquil sea.

The coast now makes off almost west, and soon the little fishing village of Grand River, on the river of that name, is reached. This was the former terminus of the coastal railway that now extends to Gaspé. If desired, the return journey by rail to Camp— ibellton may start from here. Grand River has a good wharf and is a place of call for steamers from Montreal, Campbellton, Dalhousie, etc. The country is pleasant and rolling, while the scenery on the river is both varied and picturesque. The fishing rights are leased, as is the enstom through the greater part of this province. The open sea Washes the shore, and the air is very enjoyable. The river affords excellent canoeing.

Passing Pabos and the outlets of the Great and Little Pabos Rivers, the spreading village of Port Daniel is seen, comfortably placed on and near the river of that name and its tributaries. as well as by the head of its own picturesque little bay. Near here, at I’Ointe-au-Maquerau, the steamship Colbomc went ashore with a valuable Cargo of silks, wine, hardware, silver-plate and specie. This was strewn in great confusion along Harrington’s Cove, and even at Port Daniel. Much was picked up by wreckers from Gaspé and Percé; and the auction sale of the salvage brought wealth to many along the shore, for the cargo was worth over $400,000. From the top of the Cap au Diable mountain range a splendid panoramic View may be seen. The rivers of this district are full of wild fowl in the spring and fall. The Grand Pabos is quite a fine stream. Not

far away is Duck Cove, a pretty spot with a clear little stream running down to the sea. West of Newport there is a rocky little

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