Down North and Up Along 
of the Trappist Brothers, Tracadie seemed the 
fairest of all the fair sights we had seen that 
day or in many a day. 
It is wonderful what loveliness a certain light 
can give to the scene upon which it falls. That 
day of days, with a golden haze in the air that 
obscured nothing, but lent glow and colour to 
everything, the hills and towns were enchant- 
ing, and Tracadie, as we came upon it bathed 
in the afternoon light, might have been a vision 
of the Elysian Fields. 
Later the same country was traversed on a 
dull, dead day when everything looked real, 
when the landscape lay flat and no golden light 
and atmospheric life made ethereal the hills and 
valleys, and Tracadie the beautiful had van- 
ished ; we could scarcely believe the evidence of 
the time-table, the name of the station, and 
Sandy's confirmatory announcement, when we 
saw Tracadie bereft of her halo. Beautiful 
delusion of the atmosphere, could one but 
always travel when sun and air were in loving 
dalliance. 
The events of individual human life are not 
very noticeable from the window of a railway 
train, but one little drama we saw enacted by 
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