~ THE GARDEN OF THE GULF. unrivalled coast scenery of Maine. With high water, the boats pass through the "White Head Passage," a narrow pass between the towering cliff of White Head and Peak's Island, a famous summer resort of the good people of . Past Casco's forest-crowned Island, the long Peninsula of Harpswell, the isolated beacon of Half-way Rock, the light of Sequin off the mouth of the Kennebec, he can see to where Monhegan lies mirrored in the seas, famed in early colonial legends, visited by De Monts, Champlain and Weymouth, and the site of Pemaquid, the ancient fortress home of " The men of Monhegan, by papists abhorred," now almost ruined and deserted. Quoddy Head marks the entrance to " The Narrows " between Lubec on the right, and Campobello, the first bit of Canadian territory sighted. Through these narrows the tide passes with great fury, and it is only at high water or when the tide favors that Eastport can be reached through American waters. At other times the boat must pass outside of Campobello. The scenery about Eastport in summer has few equals in the northern hemisphere. It blends, in pleasant weather, granite crags bordered by the deep crystalline waters, in whose azure depths are reflected overhanging trees, green mosses, climbing vines, and beautiful flowers; while on the wonderful land-locked fishing grounds, scores of white-winged boats ply to and from the safest fishery of the coast. Leaving Eastport, the voyage skirts the coast of New Brunswick , scarcely less charming in its constant varietv of grim cliffs, lonely beaches, quiet coves, picturesque settlements, and quaint fishing stations, and an hour or two before sunset the boat enters the harbor of St. John. Thence next morning, by the as before, the travel¬ ler passes through the beautiful scenery of southern New Brunswick , and reaches Shediac, or rather Point du Chene, in time for the 2, p m. boat for Summerside , and thence as before for other points. Or he may cross from St. John to the beautiful land-locked haven of , and passing its narrow portals, gaze up the long emerald slopes crowned by eternal cliffs and wooded crags, and, leaving behind the little town of , steam up the broad, quiet Basin to where Annapolis, the oldest European settlement in America north of the , sits, a quiet, unenterprising provincial town, beside the ruined fortress and moats which tell of many a siege and fray. First settled by the French, it was first taken from them by one of Cromwell's generals, and later has bade defiance by turns to English, Colonial, French and Indian leaguer, or submitted and passed under their control. Another route, bringing the tourist to this point, is to take one of the elegant steamers of the Yarmouth Steamship Co. (see page 29) from Boston 23