140 THE LOG OF THE SUN 



urged tides hold sway in their ceaseless rise and 

 fall, teem with marvels of Nature's handiwork, 

 and every day are restocked and replanted with 

 new living objects, both arctic and tropical offer- 

 ings of each heaving tidal pulse. 



Here on the northeastern shores of our conti- 

 nent one may spend days of leisure or delightful 

 study among the abundant and ever changing 

 variety of wonderful living creatures. It is not 

 unlikely that the enjoyment and absolute novelty 

 of this new world may enable one to look on these 

 as some of the most pleasant days of life. I write 

 from the edge of the restless waters of Fundy, but 

 any rock-strewn shore wiU duplicate the marvels. 



At high tide the surface of the Bay is unbroken 

 by rock or shoal, and stretches glittering in the 

 sunlight from the beach at one's feet to where the 

 New Brunswick shore is just visible, appearing 

 like a low bluish cloud on the horizon. At times 

 the opposite shore is apparency brought nearer 

 and made more distinct by a mirage, which Inverts 

 it, together with any ships which are in sight. A 

 brig may be seen sailing along keel upward, in the 

 most matter-of-fact way. The surface may anon, 

 be torn by those fearful squalls for which Fundy 

 is noted, or, calm as a mirror, reflect the blue sky 

 with an added greenish tiage, troubled only by 

 the gentle alighting of a guU, the splash of a king- 

 fisher or occasional osprey, as these dive for their 

 prey, or the ruffling which shows where a school 



