IN THE MOUNT HOPE LANDS 77 



Late Friday afternoon I was driven to 

 the station by the same retired sea-captain, 

 and, as Mr. Bolies aptly described travel- 

 ling by train in Cape Breton, as I sped 

 toward Providence " names became places 

 and then faded back to names again " 

 until the setting of the sun beyond Green- 

 wich shut out the passing panorama. 



