“_Towards Scotia’s earliest bonniest chiel,_ _Across the wild Atlantic wave_ _I sailed my trig auld Norland keel._” “I don’t know what more you’d ask: almost an island, indented everywhere with harbours, surrounded with fisheries—the key of the St. Lawrence, the Bay of Fundy, and the West Indies; prime land above, one vast mineral bed beneath, and a climate over all temperate, pleasant and healthy. If that ain’t enough for one place, it’s a pity—that’s all.”—SAM SLICK, of Slickville.…
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