A spy Bay 
Zwicker's, or " Zwigger's," as the people call 
it from Baddeck to Bay St. Lawrence, was a 
surprise to us in more ways than one. It was 
kept by two brothers, gentlemen by nature 
and education. There were signs of foreign 
travel and new books and recent issues of the 
" American" magazines were lying about. The 
house was not only roomy and comfortable, 
very neat and well furnished, but afforded 
luxuries not before enjoyed by us in Nova 
Scotia. 
There was an agreeable atmosphere about 
the place, as of people who were accustomed to 
the rational pleasures of life. 
In the dining-room was a telegraphic instru- 
ment whose clickety-cHck reminded us of the 
world to which we belonged and of the mar- 
vels achieved by man in that world. 
What a moment that must have been in 
Aspy Bay when the first transatlantic message 
was received ! When the whole civilised world 
held its breath to hear the momentous word 
that, spoken in one continent, should leap to 
another, vanquishing time and space, and in that 
triumphant hour proclaim the conquest of 
civilisation over barbarism, the death of war, 
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