CHAPTER III THE UNSPOILED PROVINCE Travelling southward, Campbellton came to view, and before dawn we had traversed central New Brunswick . Imagine our joy, when peeping from our sleeping-car windows, we beheld the broad St. John, and the spires of tree-embowered Fredericton , so beloved by tourists. Our train was drawn up on a siding convenient to the churches. After breakfast in the dining car, we took a stroll along the broad elm-shaded streets, before going to St . Paul's United Church, where Rev. A. C. Crews , D.D ., leader of our party, delivered an eloquent and convincing sermon from the text: "For this is right." Ephesians 6:1. Fredericton , the capital of New Brunswick , the Un¬ spoiled Province, stands on the site of St . Anne's, an old ruined Acadian village. It was first settled by loyalists, who arrived there in 1783. There were then only three old French houses standing. The first winter was very trying, and there was much hardship, due to exposure and lack of supplies. When Governor Carleton in 1785 first decided on its erection, he named it Frederick Town in honour of the second son of George III , who was Bishop of Osnaburg. The city of , with a population of about 10,000, was laid out by English military engineers during the latter part of the 18th century, and its broad streets of checker board formation, made it quite clear that they had modern ideas of town planning. It was a Scotchman, a university professor, who, when the city was incorporated in 1848, designed the coat of arms and suggested the Latin inscription: "Fredericopolis Silvae Filia Nobilis," which in our language means " Fredericton , Noble Daughter of O A