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Upon this shore most of the homes of the inhabitants of Grand 
Manan are situated, for here are clustered the small villages of 
fishermen’s houses, scattered in hamlets here and there at jn- 
tervals from one end to the other of the island. Along this 
shore wharves are frequent, and several small villages lie nestled 
near the water’s edge, on well protected bays. 
At a point about midway from one end of the island to 
the other there is a group of houses called Woodward’s 
Cove. The main road from North Head, where the steamer 
lands, to the opposite extremity of the island, skirts the shore, 
leaving only the landing places, upon which are situated a few 
houses for smoking herring, between it and the water. The 
place is a picturesque one, and interesting in many ways, but per- 
haps more especially to me, since around it cluster pleasant 
recollections of a summer's vacation passed on Grand Manan, in 
the study of the rich marine life of the island. 
Just opposite Woodward’s Cove lies an island called Nantucket. 
Why so named, or whether the story of its southern namesake is 
here repeated, I have never been able to discover. It is but one 
of the numerous islands which rise here and there from the 
shallow platform between the main island and the deep water 
of the Bay of Fundy. 
My first visit to Nantucket was during a thick fog. Alighting 
with baggage from the carriage which carries passengers and 
mail from one end of the island to the other, I found myself in 
Woodward’s Cove in the midst of a thick fog. So dense was 
the fog, in fact, that I was obliged to trust the statement of the 
boatman that Nantucket existed at all. No land was visible 
as we pushed off from the shore and headed our boat in a 
direction in which the island was known to lie, and we had to 
trust our boatman, and patiently wait until we reached the other 
side of the channel before we were at all sure of its existence. 
The certainty with which the fishermen of Grand Manan can 
find their way in the thickest fog is marvelous. Thoroughly 
trained in navigation in these waters, every incident, every sound, 
guides their course when sight fails; the direction of the wind 
