Grand Pre 
station. They are veterans indeed of the most 
fantastic forms and positions, some of them 
having literally lain down in order to endure 
the press of years a little longer. 
But the finest willows in Grand Pre border 
an old roadway, which now runs through the 
middle of a farm, and which is fenced in with 
barbed wire. This roadway is near the field of 
the well, and the owner of it cordially pointed it 
out and invited us to walk through it, instruct- 
ing us concerning a hole in the fence through 
which we could enter without difficulty. 
This way of the willows was charming. 
They were mighty willows, hollow and twisted. 
The limbs were as large as the trunks in some 
cases, and they were pervaded with a flower- 
like fragrance which we had never noticed in 
willows before, unless perhaps in blooming- 
time in the spring. This odour came from the 
leaves, and we wondered if it might be the 
exhalations of poetry. 
The old roadway is broad and in some 
places seems to have been elevated. There 
are piles of stones near it which are doubtless 
the remains of the foundations of old French 
houses. There is a pervading sense of peace 
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