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the history of this part of the country so 
memorable. 
But it is in a meadow upon which the rail- 
way station faces that the interest of to-day 
chiefly centres. Across a wide field is to be 
seen a row of willows, and near them is an old 
French well, of course called Evangeline's well. 
There is no question about the antiquity of the 
well. It is as genuine as the willows, and if 
the pilgrim wishes to touch its sacred water 
with his finger-tips one does not see how harm 
could follow. But the stranger who gazes into 
the depths of the well will think twice before 
he follows the advice of certain sentimental 
guide-books and drinks from the sparkling 
waters that once had kissed Evangeline's lovely 
lips. 
Either the water has changed since the well 
was dug — at this period of time it may need 
cleaning — or else it was used to water the 
cattle. It is not a large well nor a deep one, 
and the walls are of stone. When we saw it, 
it had no cover, two or three boards being laid 
crosswise to prevent the unwary from tumbling 
in, or, it may be, to mark its site for the curious 
and eager pilgrim. 
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