Down North and Up Along 
Minas. Little by little the dikes encroached 
upon the sea, cutting off first one, then another 
of these tidal streams, until only their forms 
are now left to tell the story of what they 
once were. 
The Cornwallis Valley was aglow with 
colour the day we saw it from Look Off, — 
yellow stubble of oats and barley mingled with 
patches of bright red and of vivid green where 
vegetables were growing, while apple orchards 
everywhere lent their dark green, and clumps 
of firs added their black to the scene. 
Scattered about were villages nearly hidden 
by trees, while detached houses looked like toys 
in the fields. Canning's spires showed over 
her tree-tops, and Kingsport lay in full view 
on the shore of Minas Basin. 
In the distance, beyond the shine of the 
Cornwallis River, lay Grand Pre, the scene of 
the Great Expulsion, the home of Evangeline, 
the central point of interest for all that region. 
We looked at the blur on the distant hillside 
which we were told was Grand Pre, with a rush 
of emotion. For a moment the poetry and 
romance of the past replaced the prose of the 
present. But our thoughts soon returned to 
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