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Show AARY GRAHAM BONNER. - co"ti rii i vtv:it. s:wti t- FLYING SOME MORE The pilot was taking David for a trip in his airplane. He certainly was taking him over great distances. They were flying off toward the east now, over farms and forests, then over a province in Canada which David could just make out was marked "New Brunswick. " As they flew here, very low, too, David saw a river with the most curious curi-ous waterfalls. They weren't high but were very strange. They started to go one way for a little and then they turned around nnd went the opposite way. "They're the Reversible falls in the St. John river," the Pilot shrieked at David through the trumpet. "So named because they can turn themselves them-selves around pretty clever of them !" It was growing darker and darker now. They were landing! David did not quite know where he was somewhere some-where near his friend Atlantic, for he was faithfully nearby. The Pilot helped David out and then rushed off again, leaving David quite alone. He did not know what to do but he was feeling very sleepy nnd nil He Walked Through Woods. he decided he'd better get some sleep before he did anything else. He made a pilow of some spruce branches and found a comfortable spot for his out-of-door bed. In the distance lie thought he could hear some of the Boundary men singing : Flying, flying, flying Nova Scotia way, Passing through New Brunswick, Then o'er Pundy Bay. Flying, flying, flying, Over Tides so rare. But you will sleep and rest Before you go elsewhere Flying, flying, flying But David never heard any more of that song. When he awoke there was no sound of voices, save those of some sea gulls flying overhead, shrieking at each other. The water dashed up over the rocks and the breakers rushed back and forth, breaking over the rocky shore of Atlantic. The sun was shining shin-ing very brightly, the. air was de-liciously de-liciously fresh and made David feel able to go on adventuring for always. All over he walked, through woods, along the most beautiful streams, through a peaceful, quiet valley. Almost Al-most everywhere if he walked far enough he found water. He wondered won-dered If this could be an Island and then remembered that there had been land joining this with New Brunswick so this must be Nova Scotia. And now he remembered having seen a sign when he was In New Brunswick which pointed the way to Nova Scotia. This must also be a peninsula. Isthmus had told him about peninsulas they just liked to keep in touch with the land no more than that. They weren't so stand-offish as islands; yet they had a good many ways like islands. They almost let the water go around them. He went up along the coast and saw a most beautiful harbor as he passed along, one of the most beautiful harbors har-bors he had ever seen. The harbor, wearing a magnificent, smart suit of blue said, in a deep, strong voice: "Halifax Harbor is my name." The rocks along the coast were wild and dangerous looking, yet there was a great beauty to them. |