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A shrill whistle summoned us from Partridge 

 Island to the deck of the Evangeline, as the 

 steam tub is called which sails from Parrsboro 

 Pier, across the mouth of Minas Basin, under 

 Blomidon, past the Pereaux shore, and into 

 Kingsport, whence a branch railway runs to 

 Kentville. When a series of whistles had gath- 

 ered together upon the Evangeline's deck all the 

 floating population within hearing of the pier, 

 amounting in all to seven souls, we puffed out 

 past Mont St. Michel into the Fundy maelstrom. 

 Why I did not follow the forcible example of 

 some of the passengers and retire to the dark in- 

 terior of the tub for secluded misery, I know 

 not ; but I did not, and, moreover, I was not 

 seasick a moment during the pitching and toss- 

 ing which lasted until we approached Kings- 

 port. The fury of the water which surrounded 

 us was marvelous, considering that there were 

 no great waves, and no storm to make waves. 

 True, the wind blew hard, and cold rain beat 

 upon us spitefully, stinging like hail : but it was 

 not the wind which made the fury of the sea. 

 Looking westward down the Minas Channel in 

 the direction of Fundy, we saw boiling, whirling, 

 eddying water coming towards us. We felt it, 

 too ; for when a great whirl struck the tub, its 

 stern fell off, and its head swung round a dozen 

 points from the true course. The visible move- 



