20 FROM BLOMIDON TO SMOKY. 



caught more trout than we could eat for supper 

 and breakfast, and by nightfall Loch Ainslie had 

 impressed itself upon us as the most beautiful 

 part of the Margaree country. This it did mainly 

 at sunset, when, from near a grove of lofty pines, 

 we watched the most delicate tints come and go 

 in the sky, on the distant western hills, and in 

 the fair lake itself, with its miles of rippling 

 water blushing and paling in sympathy with the 

 heavens. While the sunset lasted we thought 

 more of color than of form in our beautiful sur- 

 roundings ; but after the passing away of orange, 

 yellow, pale green, violet, and finally blue itself, 

 we were soothed by the lovely contour of the 

 beach, the silhouettes of the pines, the sweep of 

 hill crest, the pallid lake, and the mystery of the 

 unfathomable sky. 



Next day, August 5, we drove from Loch Ains- 

 lie to Whycocomagh, called by the natives 

 " Hogomah," and there, with a sigh of relief, put 

 Jim, the buggy, and ourselves upon a steamer, 

 and returned to Baddeck without further wea- 

 riness of spirit. This part of the Bras d'Or is 

 like the rest of the great labyrinth of inland sea, 

 charming at every point. At times so narrow 

 as to be more river than lake, it winds around 

 high wooded hills, curves into countless bays, 

 and then expands proudly to meet the Little 

 Bras d'Or at Baddeck. 



