Down North and Up Along 
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DIGBY 
THE St. John River runs uphill. Not 
through its whole course, and not 
all the time. Still, it runs uphill, as 
one can readily see by standing at 
high tide on the bridge that crosses its mouth 
at the town of St. John, and watching the 
water rush like a mill-race up from the Bay of 
Fundy into the land, where it pours over rocks 
in cascades that fall the wrong way. 
Aside from this eccentricity, the St. John is 
an orderly and very beautiful stream, winding 
in its course and bordered by lovely headlands. 
From St. John, New Brunswick, to Digby, 
Nova Scotia, is a three or five hours' sail, ac- 
cording to the condition of the " St. Rupert's " 
steam cylinders, that humorous vessel having a 
way of blowing one or more of them out just 
before the hour of starting. 
The way from St. John to Digby lies across 
the Bay of Fundy. What better port of entry 
to a new country could be desired than the 
