A spy Bay 
As on the road to the Half Way House, we 
travelled miles without seeing a human habi- 
tation. But finally there came a change. 
Barley fields and patches of oats began to 
appear. Houses stood discreetly back from 
the road with intervening meadow before the 
doors. The flat wall ahead broke up, and we 
now and again caught glimpses of a fairy world 
that astonished and delighted us. Mr. Gib- 
bons had assured us that the farther north we 
went, the finer would be the scenery, but the 
long and dreary way from Ingonish had dimmed 
our hope a little. 
Meadows appeared now at the right and 
now at the left ; there came a gleam of blue 
water and a pretty lake spread out below 
us. Two or three houses stood near the 
lake, but we could discover no track that led 
to them. 
In our turnings there came repeatedly the 
most bewitching glimpses of mountains, loftier 
than those of Ingonish, and about them were 
driving wraiths of mist, that filled the hollows 
and half obscured the projecting masses. 
We crossed streams bordered by cultivated 
fields, and the trees began to look home-like, 
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