Down North and Up Along 
knows, next to St. Augustine the oldest Euro- 
pean settlement in North America. It seemed 
a pity to go hurrying by it when we saw the 
lovely meadows sloping to the town, their yel- 
lows, greens, browns, and reds mingling in a 
half summer, half autumn mood. 
The grass-grown earthworks were inviting, 
too, and the old gray stone magazine standing 
in the centre gave an air of antiquity to the 
place. The water was out, and the red and 
brown sands on the shores of the Annapolis 
Basin lay exposed, adding their charm of colour 
to the scene. 
But we were to see no more of Annapolis 
than the glimpse from the train. M. was 
afraid to. She wished to preserve the romance 
and mystery with which her imagination had 
enveloped it ; and having recently lost the life- 
long mystery of the Bay of Fundy by too 
great familiarity with that cheery and in no 
way mysterious body of water, she felt that 
she could not afford the risk of depleting 
the storehouse of her imagination any farther 
at present. 
So we went on, imagining Port Royal as it 
was when in possession of the French, smoking 
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