II 
CANNON FIELD 
IN Digby the temptation to sketch is con- 
stant, M. says. One wants to be at it all 
the time. There are a few, a very few 
picturesque houses, but it is the coast it- 
self, the queer high wharves, the fish-flakes, the 
storehouses, the old apple-trees on Cannon 
Field, and the numberless views on every 
hand outside the village that appeal to one 
most. 
Cannon Field is a place easy to be discovered 
without help, but it does not detract from its 
merits to have it enthusiastically pointed out 
by a small boy whose peculiar anatomy is ex- 
plained when he proceeds to unload from 
blouse and pockets several quarts of live snails 
which he deposits at your feet that he may the 
better instruct you upon the topography of 
Digby and criticise your sketch of a neighbour- 
ing wharf. The small boy is always present 
when one sits down to paint, and often he is 
not unwelcome, particularly if he informs his 
hearers, as this one did, with a pride quite justi- 
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