Down North and Up Along 
high up on the mud banks, miles from water 
enough to float them. 
One dropping suddenly down upon this 
strange sight might well wonder if the days of 
magic were gone, or if this withdrawal of the 
waters was a freak of some revengeful gnome. 
A few hours, however, redeems the river. In- 
credible as it seems, the water comes hastening 
in, up the long miles, until the deep gullies are 
full rivers and the ships are afloat and able to 
sail wherever they choose. 
As one follows up the Annapolis Valley, 
North Mountain stretches its long low range 
against the sky at the left, while South Moun- 
tain runs parallel to it, but lower and more 
broken, at the right. 
The Annapolis Basin lies long and narrow 
between the two low mountain ranges, and at 
its head receives the Annapolis River, which 
flows through the northern part of the valley, 
its course extending in the same general direc- 
tion as that of the Basin, making the latter 
seem like a sudden expansion of the river. 
As we finally left the river we passed over 
the low water-shed that separates the Annapolis 
from the Cornwallis Valley. The Annapolis 
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