Eng/ishiown 
a great man, for here first saw the light Angus 
McCaskell, the giant, concerning whose hfe we 
know only what has been told us by the genial 
and learned author of " Baddeck and that Sort 
of Thing," who ends his description of the 
great man with the exclamation, " Alas ! he has 
passed away, leaving little influence except a 
good example of growth, and a grave which is 
a new promontory on that ragged coast swept 
by the winds of the untamed Atlantic." 
We regret to say we did not visit his grave 
nor his shoes nor sit in his chair ; we were so 
overcome by the unexpected beauty of bay and 
mountain that we forgot all about the storied 
dead until it was too late and we had crossed 
Torquil McLane's ferry not to return. 
We entered Englishtown in the same lei- 
surely way we had approached it. It consists 
of half a dozen or more houses placed not too 
close together along the road, and we were in 
search of a " long low house with a black roof 
standing on a hillside." Here lived Sandy 
McLeod and his family, and here we hoped to 
spend the night. Sandy himself was not at 
home, nor yet Mrs. Sandy, but bonnie Annie 
was. To let us in, she opened the bars that 
