BRAVE HALIFAX; CHARMING CHESTER
  From Chester we drove over to Lunenburg,
where the big public school building rises on the
crest of a hill to greet one, like some enormous
castle. It is the first thing one sees of this town,
and is rather terrifying in its impressiveness; for
one does not expect such a monstrous piece of
architecture in such a remote little village, filled
with simple German peasants. There is a good
deal of shipbuilding and fishing in Lunenburg,
and the shore drive is delightful, over toward
Blue Rocks and Rose Bay. Here you will find
people who have never been to the big cities,
content to spend their lives on these back roads,
looking out on the purple tides, content with
their hollyhocks, happy in their tiny shacks and
sea-girt gardens.
  The curving shore that leads the motorist to
places like Western Shore, Martin River, and
Mahone Bay is incomparably lovely. Outside
Chester there is a long stretch of ragged country,
some of it utterly useless to the farmer. Forest
fires have ruined many of the tall trees; and once
in a while one will come upon a straggling nest
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