GLENELG PEOPLE THE BAGPIPE AND THE WHISKY. Cl 



stones, and decidedly inferior to what we had seen yes 

 terday up the river. 



A sandy, flat, often barren wilderness, on the grey- 

 coal sandstones, with few clearings, accompanied us to 

 Stevenson s, eight miles from Eichibucto, after which the 

 land began to reassume the reddish hue we had been 

 familiar with in New Bandon and Caraquet, and which 

 had disappeared before we reached Little Tracadi. This 

 red colour became very decided when we crossed the Big 

 Buctouche River, and deepened, and continued during 

 our after-journey as far as Cape Tormcntine, and round 

 by the Bay Verte into Nova Scotia, on the head-waters 

 of the Bay of Fundy. 



Four miles beyond Stevenson s, near a small stream 

 called the Black River, we began to pass through the 

 Highland settlement of Glenelg. The country is undu 

 lating, and the land red, lightish, useful, and, though 

 not of first-rate quality, superior to that of the Galloway 

 Settlement. But it was badly farmed, and the settlers 

 neither so industrious nor so prosperous as those of 

 Galloway. I suppose they had each brought with them 

 the habits and modes of farming which distinguish the 

 people of southern Scotland and western Inverness respec 

 tively ; and that the farming of these two parts of their 

 native country reappeared, in consequence, upon their 

 new farms in New Brunswick. 



The Glenelg people are said to be fond of the music 

 of the hereditary bagpipe, of dancing the Highland fling, 

 and of sipping mountain-dew distilled from Jamaica 

 molasses. &quot; What s bred in the bone,&quot; said one of my 

 companions, &quot; is ill to drive out o the flesh.&quot; 



While we stopped at the Big Buctouche to bait our 

 horses, I hired a light waggon and drove a few miles up 

 the one side of the river to the head of tide-water, and 

 down the other side. The land was reddish, light, and 

 in some places stony, but useful. When manured and 



