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From the hillside above Minas Channel we 

 saw several large ships lying at anchor in the 

 protected water between Cape Sharp on our 

 right, westward, and Partridge Island on our 

 left, eastward. The tide was coming in beyond 

 them, and even at a distance the channel seemed 

 like a river flowing from Fundy into Minas Ba- 

 sin. To gain a nearer view of it, and a slightly 

 different outlook, we drove along the shore until 

 we reached Parrsboro Pier, which is in a shel- 

 tered nook under the lee of Partridge Island. 

 The tiny tub which was to take us across to the 

 Blomidon side lay at the foot of the pier, wait- 

 ing for the tide to lift it high enough for pas- 

 sengers to find it. From the pier a ridge of peb- 

 bles runs across to Partridge Island, and on this 

 natural causeway we strolled over to nature's 

 Mont St. Michel, with its grottoed cliffs rising 

 on high from the raging waters, and its dark 

 pinnacles of spruce piercing the sky. A wind- 

 ing avenue leads through moss-bearded trees to 

 the island's summit, ending upon a grassy shelf 

 where the rocks overhang the channel, and where 

 either folly or courage is needed to induce the 

 visitor to stand upon the dizzy brink and look 

 down, down, into the hurrying, eddying tide be- 

 low. My childish imaginings of Fundy tides 

 were all satisfied here, if they had been disap- 

 pointed in Parrsboro harbor. The eager rush, 



