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the writer would be tempted to say that Port 

 Arthur is " beautiful for situation." It lies one 

 hundred and eighty miles east of Duluth on the 

 north shore of Lake Superior. At this point the 

 land rises gently from the lake shore, and from the 

 elevation in the northern part of the town a beauti- 

 ful panorama is seen. Immediately before us is 

 Thunder Bay, hemmed in by the rocky walls of the 

 mainland, Pie Island and Thunder Cape. A nar- 

 row passage opens out into the lake, through which 

 Isle Royal may be dimly seen in the distance. 

 Thunder Cape rises to a height of fourteen hun- 

 dred feet, and Pie Island which takes its name 

 from its shape is not less than one thousand 

 feet high, with a little lake on its top. The sides 

 of both island and cape are exceedingly bold. We 

 watched them one August night as the setting sun 

 touched the bold rock into gold and purple, and 

 saw the shadows steal over the waters and up the 

 precipitous sides of the cliffs until water and cliff 

 were hidden in the darkness. 



But we must get on to Nepigon, seventy-five to 

 one hundred miles away. We take the train on 

 the Canadian Pacific, and glad are we when the 

 conductor shouts out, " Nepigon." We look out 

 with curious eyes upon the famous Canadian city. 

 There are four log-houses, a store and a hotel. 

 We afterward found the Hudson Bay Company's 

 store, and the comfortable house occupied by the 

 agent. In fact, this same agent was the immediate 



