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Grand Pre 
valley, and farms on gentle slopes lie basking 
in the quiet sunshine. Apples are ripening 
everywhere. All is bright, sweet, and peace- 
ful, and we drive on with a feeling of calm 
pleasure until the fairy valley is left behind, 
and on the other side of us once more spread 
the splendid reaches of the Cornwallis Valley. 
Once more, and from another point of view, 
we see our old friends. Canning and Kentville 
and Kingsport, while close at hand lies Wolf- 
ville. 
We see again the far-off wall of North 
Mountain standing sentinel over the fertile 
valley, and holding back the fogs of Fundy, 
that roll up from the Bay and look over the 
mountain into the valley, but dare not venture 
down to blight its vegetation with their cold 
and damp presence. 
Port Williams is a tiny settlement not far from 
Wolfville, and we see it lying near the mouth 
of the Cornwallis River, its wharves and vessels 
telling of its maritime life, for up to its wharves 
come schooners at flood-tide to bear away the 
apples and potatoes of the region round about. 
At low tide the schooners comport themselves 
with what dignity they may with their keels in 
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