78 FROM ISLOMIDON TO SMOKY. 



mcnt of separate masses of tlio water reminded 

 me of White Mountain rivers in freshet time. 

 It was uncanny, out there miles from land, to 

 have the sea open and allow a great gush of 

 water to rise up and spread itself out as though 

 forced from a submarine duct. The Evangeline 

 struggled hard with the swift current, but it car- 

 ried her far out of the direct course towards 

 Blomidon, and it was only by repeated rallies 

 that we were kept from being swej)t well out 

 into Minas Basin. 



As we neared Blomidon the distinctive out- 

 lines of the noble bluff were lost. The sturdy 

 profile fell back into line with the palisades, and 

 it was hard to say just what part of the cliffs 

 which we were passing furnished the bold fea- 

 tures so familiar from a distance. A moment 

 later, Cape Split and the distant palisades passed 

 from view, then Cape Sharp was concealed, and 

 soon the profile of Blomidon began to grow 

 again, as all that lay northward and westward of 

 it was hidden behind its simple but severe con- 

 tour. 



Our ever ready guide, philosopher, and friend 

 remarked, before we had fairly set foot on Kings- 

 port Pier, that seldom though it might be that 

 man stood on Partridge Island in the morning 

 and on the top of Blomidon in the afternoon, he 

 wished us, nevertheless, to accomplish the feat. 



