Digby Doorways and Decorations 
give character to the place, and roh the cheap frame 
buildings of half their ugliness, while to the more 
interesting types of homesteads they give an additional 
charm. 
There is a typical, delightful old garden almost 
surrounding a tiny house, facing Cannon Field. The 
house itself is covered with vines, which are vastly 
more becoming than paint; and into the garden seem 
to have gathered all the sweet old-fashioned posies 
from long ago to now. It is a pleasure to saunter over 
from Cannon Field, and lean on the low fence, be¬ 
hind which is such a profusion of bloom. The hack 
yard, too, is a flower garden sharing the precious soil 
with the plum and cherry trees and the gooseberry 
bushes. 
It is said that if Dighy had picturesque houses it 
would be almost too charming a spot for the visitor. 
Ith as two or three. They are found on the Racquet 
and the Joggin’s—inlets running in, along opposite 
sides of the town. They are little gray wide-roofed, 
and especially long-roofed old fishermen’s houses— 
of the French type mentioned—guiltless of paint and 
very much the worse for wear. Dighy no doubt is 
ashamed of them, and they must be very uncomfort¬ 
able to live in, but with their tall hollyhocks, their 
clustering fish-flakes, the background of water and 
the distant mountains, they make distracting pictures. 
So much for the characteristic charms that greet 
the visitor along the sea-bordered main street of 
Dighy, the section that appeals most strongly to the 
average tourist. Rut one must saunter farther hack 
on the hill slope to discover antique and picturesque 
doorways in addition to the flowers. Little homes 
that would be considered mere cabin-homes else¬ 
where, with two rooms down 
stairs, and a 1 o w - r o o f e d 
loft above, will often disclose 
to the astonished visitor a sur¬ 
prisingly beautiful doorway, 
with old-fashioned paneling, 
side and top lights with just 
the right amount of glass— 
divided into small lights—to 
emphasize the appearance of 
solidity, and near |the top of 
the door between the panels is 
a big brass knocker, of a past 
century type, that gives a satis¬ 
fying finishing touch to the 
whole. How could the Nova 
Scotian architect who built that 
house have conceived of such 
a doorway, much less have exe¬ 
cuted its satisfying lines, is 
the question that confronts the 
visitor who lifts the old brass 
knocker and is admitted to 
the typical flower-bordered 
entryway. One might he entering a palace home 
from the appearance of the doorway and its interior 
flower border; and it is difficult to reconcile these 
beautiful features with the plain little frame structure 
to which they give entrance. 
For the more pretentious cottage home, the steeply 
sloping roof admits of two windows in the front and 
the hack loft or attic bedroom; and of the two down 
stairs rooms; frequently both the front and the hack 
room will have a broad bay window; and here the 
quaintly beautiful doorway will he charmingly arched 
and hooded. 
Still further along this street on the hill slope— 
overlooking the main street of the town, and the blue 
basin, and misty-blue mountains beyond—is found 
the characteristic types of houses of the wealthy 
fishermen of Dighy, the houses of numerous hay 
windows. Probably there are no other houses in the 
world so much “hay-windowed” as those of Dighy 
in proportion to their size, certainly none are found to 
compare with them in all “Evangeline’s Land.” 
First storey, second storey, and roof, set forth their 
uniform projections of bay windows until they 
appear to comprise the entire dwelling; and the fact 
that every one of these projections is invariably 
filled with flowers, and that a similar projection pro¬ 
vides a hood and side panels for the front doorway, 
would probably make even the professional architect 
acknowledge the quaint beauty of the whole, while 
from the non-professional standpoint there is some¬ 
thing simply bewitching in these unusual types of 
home building, overlooking the sky-douhled tidal 
basin, that has pushed its way through the Dighy 
Gut from the Bay of Fundy. 
