INGONISII, BY LAND AND SEA. ?>0 



almost all members of the Roman communion, 

 and made of different stuff from the blue Pres- 

 byterian Highlanders who dwell along the coast 

 between Cape Smoky and the head of St. Anne's 

 Bay. In the best of the houses, which stand one 

 beyond another on the South Bay beach, lives 

 Mr. Baker, whose hospitality makes a journey 

 beyond Smoky a possibility, and more than that, 

 a pleasure. Here may be laid aside the stoicism 

 needed to sustain life during the journey up the 

 north shore ; and here, in the midst of restless 

 ocean, tawny sands, red cliffs, undulating forests, 

 and brooks alive with trout, can be found all 

 that nature can give to stimulate happiness or to 

 lull the troubled mind, and all that the reason- 

 able wanderer can expect to find to make his 

 weary flesh comfortable. In the days which we 

 spent at Mr. Baker's we learned to love Ingonish 

 more and more, as we explored it by land and by 

 sea. 



I. 



BY LAND. 



The breath of fire floated In the air, making it 

 hazy, softening the mountain contours, giving a 

 wicked look to the sea, and filling me, through 

 its perfume, with the same feeling of unrest that 

 the moose and caribou have as they feel the smoke 

 of burning- forests tinfrlinir in their nostrils. 



