On the Morell River

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northern branch, Tracadie is reached. It is on the north shore, where bathing is most: enjoyed on the numerous sandy beaches. Here are marshes and ponds where springs rise out of the ground, and where wild fowl make their homes in the reeds and long grass; often shut in by wooded banks, and only separated from the sea by sand dunes with wreckage and projecting drift. Everything is fresh, bright and clean; and such scenes, so difficult to describe, must be seen to understand the impression they make on the mind.

The Morel] River is a delightful spot for camping grounds. There are cold springs of pure water everywhere, the banks are wooded and pleasantly varied, it has numerous trout pools, and there is a clear run up the winding river for a number of miles. (‘anoes may ascend six or seven miles, at least. The river flows into St. Peter’s Bay. Along the banks of the lakes and rivers of the neigh- borhood, and by the shore, the remains of many cellars are found over which formerly stood the houses of the Acadian fishermen.

St. Peter's, as is fitting, stands on a hill—if not on a rock—— and has a good situation overlooking the head of the bay, with the eomlortable—looking little church crownng the top of the wooded

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