human habitation, and in whose still waters the storm-tossed bark
might find a secure haven.

As they drifted on, borne along by the impetuous tide, the shores
on either side changed, and new vistas opened before them. At last
they reached the termination of the strait, the outer portal of
this long avenue, which here was marked by the mighty hand of
Nature in conspicuous characters. For here was the termination of
that long extent of precipitous cliff which forms the outline of
Blomidon; and this termination, abrupt, and stern, and black,
shows, in a concentrated form, the power of wind and wave. The
cliff ends abrupt, broken off short, and beyond this arise from the
water several giant fragments of rock, the first of which, shaped
like an irregular pyramid, rivals the cliff itself in height, and
is surrounded by other rocky fragments, all of which form a
colossal group, whose aggregated effect never fails to overawe the
mind of the spectator. Such is Cape Split, the terminus of Cape
Blomidon, on the side of the Bay of Fundy. Over its shaggy summits
now fluttered hundreds of sea-gulls; round its black base the waves
foamed and thundered, while the swift tide poured between the
interstices of the rugged rocks.

"Behind that thar rock," said Captain Corbet, pointing to Cape
Split," is a place they call Scott's Bay. Perhaps some of you have
heard tell of it."

"I have a faint recollection of such a place," said Bart. "Scott's
Bay, do you call it? Yes, that must be the place that I've heard
of; and is it behind this cape?"