Partridge Island 
The Five Islands are also portions of the 
same volcanic formation, and have their crystals. 
But SpHt has no jewels. The trap here 
overflowed and piled up so that the strange- 
looking cape is made of the iron-hard trap 
only. Devoid of vegetation, devoid of beauty. 
Cape Split is yet the chosen home of the soft- 
breasted birds that continually caress it. 
The most charming place of all at Partridge 
Island was the hill back of the Parrsboro 
House. Up its sides ranked the ever-present 
spruce and fir trees, but the top was open, with 
only an occasional stretch of alders or a sym- 
metrical young fir. 
Uncut grass, now a soft, silvery yellow, the 
colour of a sheep's back, rippled as the wind 
passed over, while great patches of the bluest 
of low-growing blueberries, bright red bunch- 
berries, and deep crimson cranberries made a joy- 
ous medley of bright colours. There were two 
kinds of cranberries there, — one that looked 
like those we know so well in our fall markets, 
and the small upland berry, deep red and with 
a pleasant sub-acid flavour all its own. 
Never saw we such prolific blueberries. 
They grew close to the earth, which was one 
