Down North and Up Along 
which tells a tale of flood when the glen it 
traverses between the mountains was filled by 
a wild torrent, for mountains of great beauty- 
stand about Indian Brook. It is one of the 
loveliest spots in Cape North, as the people call 
all this northern peninsula. The mountains 
that enclose the glen are like those at English- 
town, while to the northward are seen the splen- 
did headlands that stop at the sea, projecting 
their imposing individual forms in dark masses 
against the sky. The mouth of Indian Brook 
traverses a wide flat expanse that in the autumn 
is brilliant with the glorious colouring that 
distinguishes the salt marsh. 
Having secured a jar of milk and half a loaf 
of sour bread from a wayside farmhouse set 
well back from the road on a hill, when the 
time came we had dinner by a brook-side. 
Cape Breton is noted and justly so for sour 
bread, but there are exceptions. 
Cape Breton brooks might have been made 
for camping purposes, so admirably are they 
adapted to it, and the one we chose that day 
was perfect. It had a broad bed of dry stones 
with a clear cold stream in the middle and 
bushes and trees along grassy banks. 
