Digby 
fishy place of delight are lacking here ; this hill- 
side is sodded with the most brilliant green, 
and groups of trees grow upon it. 
At present Hfe is simple in Digby. The 
"Americans," as they call us of the United 
States, have not yet invaded it enough to spoil 
its simplicity. But it is only a question of 
time when fair Digby will belong to the 
summer tourist. Now it is in possession of 
the codfish. Everywhere through the vil- 
lage, which straggles in a way to make com- 
pensation in part for its crimes in architecture, 
are to be seen rows upon rows of "flakes," 
covered in fair weather with the triumphant 
form of the cod, with reinforcements of the 
less-esteemed haddock, hake, and pollock. 
The codfish flakes are the same here as on 
Cape Cod, the same gray skeletons built of 
slats laid across long side-pieces, like wide, 
close-runged ladders placed parallel to the earth 
and supported two feet or so above it. 
One likes codfish flakes, just as one does 
old houses and old-fashioned posy-beds. They 
give character to a place, and they always select 
the most picturesque corners and fields in which 
to exhibit themselves. They cling to the 
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