290 J. G. BOURINOT — CAPE BEETON 



we have a rich heritage of associations that connect us with the most fasciuating and 

 momentous pages of the world's history. But we soon awake from this reverie to see 

 around us only grassy mounds, and in place of the noble fleets which once whitened the 

 sea, from Lorembec to Grabarus, with their great spread of canvas in days when ships 

 were objects of interest and beauty, and not uncouth masses of iron and steel, we see now 

 but a little fishing-boat, running merrily with a favouring breeze through the entrance 

 of the port, perhaps a sail or two in the distant horizon, or a lengthening pennant of 

 smoke which tells us of a passing steamer engaged in the commerce which long since 

 left this French port, once the hope of France. 



