The Smiling Isle of Passamaquoddy #272253

The tremulous shadow of the sea! Against its ground Of silvery light, rock, hill, and tree, Still as a picture, clear and free, With varying outline marks the coast for miles around. Way down East on the edge of Blue — Nose Land, just across the American boundary line, so near you almost forget you are on Eng lish soil, lies one of the most beautiful islands the traveler may chance to find. Not only is it rich in natural scenery and in romance and lore, but it is also one of the most important points for the supply of fish for the great American sardine industry. This little island, Whose area is only twenty — six square miles, has no less than sixty weirs along its shores. These Weirs are owned by about two hundred men, each weir bringing in yearly from six thousand to eight thousand dollars, nearly all of which the people spend in American markets. In fact, many of the residents on the island, though living within Canadian precincts, are loyal American citizens, who in choosing their home here were not unmindful of the wonderful charm of the place. The fortunate visitor who has spent a few weeks or months on the island would be pretty sure to urge the superior claims of the latter attraction. Certainly former resi dents from the distant homes, to which some circumstance or other has called them, carefully keep in touch with the life on the island, reserving a lodging with old friends or having their own residences preserved for them and returning for a while each year, or as often as possible.