VIII 

 IN THE LAND OF NOD 



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T was on the Steamer " Empress," 

 plying between Point du Chene 

 and Summerside, that the 

 Preacher said to his small son, 

 " Yonder is the land." The boy 

 gazed intently for a moment and 

 then solemnly remarked, " That's the Land of 

 Nod." Great chap, that boy ! for to his many other 

 accomplishments he added in that hour the gift of 

 prophecy. It is the Land of Nod, for every one you 

 meet on Prince Edward Island gives you a friendly 

 nod, and after you have been there a few hours 

 all tendency to pursue the strenuous life departs, 

 and the summit of earthly bliss is found in sitting 

 under the shade of an apple tree and nodding at 

 nothing. 



Frankness demands a confession; namely, the 

 Preacher went to Prince Edward Island to loaf. 



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