AN ACADIAN VILLAGE 
after a short service, the host was raised and 
the prostrate people blessed. Again the journey 
was continued over a little bridge to another 
repository, where the same service was re- 
peated. Again the church bells jangled forth, 
and the procession slowly wound its way to the 
bridge by the church, and so on into the sacred 
edifice. Here the services were completed 
with much burning of incense and music. 
To even think of photographing such a holy 
procession seemed sacrilegious, but on inquiring 
beforehand, I had learned that the good father 
would consider it a privilege if some photographs 
could be obtained of such an event, as cameras 
were unknown in the village. So from time to 
time my friend and I slipped from the ranks of 
worshippers and endeavoured to fasten on the 
photographic films some records, however im- 
perfect, which might remotely suggest the 
simple piety and beauty of the scene. 
It was with regret that I left this little Aca- 
dian village with its simple, peaceful life. One 
of the first settlers who had brought his family 
from the Magdalen Islands is reported to have 
said in reply to a question by Abbé Ferland 
as to his reasons for leaving long-settled regions 
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