THE LAGOON

is reached. This is a picturesque sheet of imprisoned sea water into

which two or three streams disembogue. This lagoon is a favorite haunt

of that strange bird the Musk Duck which on the near approach of man

darts along the surface of the water with great speed, by using their

rudimentary wings as paddles, with which they beat the water into foam,

uttering at the same time a peculiarly discordant cry. The great dunes

of blown sea sand shut out the ocean from view for a great part of the

distance to George’s Bay, but the deafening roar of the surf is an

accompaniment all the way. At Freshwater Creek, where a stream flows

through a compact reticulation of rushes, sedges, and ferns, horses are

changed. We are now half way to the township of St. Helens. Densely

timbered heights on the one hand, the ocean on the other, and a gay

blossoming heath-covered _parterre_ intervening. A mile or two further

on, and the sand dunes lose much of their height and consequently

glimpses of the ocean are obtained. Yonder island, rising some five

miles off, is Marouard Island, by some called Rabbit Island, owing

to the large number of rabbits it contains. It is granite, and what

in geology is known as an “outlier.” How the rabbits manage to find

a living upon it is matter for marvel, for it has all the appearance

of a barren rock. Coasting crafts avail themselves of it for shelter

in rough weather. It affords but a poor haven at best, but there is

no other between Falmouth and George’s Bay. The small islet nearer

the shore is Paddy’s Island. Both, in days gone by were the resort

of seals. The road now passes through some fenced-in land, and after

crossing a streamlet and a gentle eminence where until very lately

before the new road was made it was the custom of the driver of the

coach to call out, “Now gentlemen” which being interpreted signified

the passengers getting out and walking up the hill to relieve the jaded

horses. This custom has departed now. Upon descending the opposite side

the visitor finds himself face to face with one of the most charming

saltwater lakes in the world. It is

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