Down North and Up Along 
shops with their hands in their pockets, and 
looked on, speechless, smileless, and respectful. 
In a few moments we were out of town, 
facing expectantly toward Cape North, that 
mysterious headland a hundred miles away, the 
road to which was said to be wild and lonely, 
obstructed by mountains and marshes, and 
traversed by an occasional Highlander. Be- 
tween us and these perils we had only Dan, 
with his new shoes, his strong harness, and his 
kind eye. 
We jogged along the road to the northwest, 
following an arm of the Bras d'Or that makes 
up there and is known as Baddeck Bay. 
We passed the cottages of the stars and stripes 
and bade adieu to them as though they had been 
our friends. 
Miles of wild fir forest succeeded to the blue 
shine of the bay. Moss bearded the trees and 
carpeted the banks ; pretty snowberry vines 
strayed over the moss. Innumerable bridges 
intercepted our way, and they were all out of 
repair. Under some scurried brooks, while 
others seemed their own excuse for being, as 
there was no water under them and no sign 
that there ever had been. 
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