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Gillies's legs and back, bent and doubled under 

 the seat, and on account of the horse Frank, and 

 the whip. Something which had pervaded the 

 woods in the early morning twilight had gone 

 out of them now. The enchantment of the wil- 

 derness seemed left behind, localized in and near 

 those beautiful falls. Scolded by Hudson's Bay 

 chickadees and three-toed woodpeckers, I hurried 

 on to the highway, the meadow, and the view of 

 the sparkling sea. Yes, Frank was already har- 

 nessed, and the twenty-five mile drive waiting to 

 be begun. 



When Frank brought us to the valley of the 

 Barasois, we decided to turn inland, avoiding 

 Torquil McLean's ferry, Englishtown, and the 

 east side of St. Anne's Bay, in order to see the 

 picturesque North River country, which could be 

 reached by ascending the Barasois a few miles, 

 and then passing behind St. Anne's Mountain, 

 so as to approach the bay from the westward. 

 This we did successfully, and arrived at Baddeck 

 by supper time. The bridge by which this road 

 crosses North River is one of the most remark- 

 able objects in Cape Breton. Fairly good roads 

 characterize the neighborhood. They are good 

 enough to lead a driver to expect sound bridges, 

 but instead he finds death-traps. This particu- 

 lar bridge is very long, and upon much of it the 

 flooring is laid parallel to the direction of the 



