Down North and Up Along 
headland which was far-famed Smoky, or Cape 
Enfume, as the French called it long ago, be- 
cause of the crown of mist it usually wears. 
The contour of the mountains opposite 
Englishtown is peculiarly beautiful, the lines 
of the spurs as they overlap each other are 
fine, and the ever-changing yet eternal moun- 
tains of beauty are repeated in reflections on 
the water below. 
We know no lovelier spot than English- 
town, lying on the lower swells of elevations 
that rise almost as high as do the mountains 
across the bay. 
Englishtown is enveloped in a mantle of 
romance besides that of her beautiful moun- 
tains and bay. One is astonished to know 
how old the place is, and that St. Anne Bay 
was an important and stirring fishing port 
contended for by both French and English 
when New York City was still a quiet Dutch 
burg. Indeed, the first settlements there ante- 
date the founding of Port Royal. But St. Anne's 
history is full of vicissitudes; and though re- 
peatedly settled by the French and English 
alternately, no permanent village of any size 
or importance has as yet been founded there. 
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