Over all the Land of the Wabanaki there is no place which was not
marked by the hand of the Master. And it is to be seen on hills and
rivers and great roads, as well as mighty rocks, which were in their
day living monsters.

For there is a very wonderful highway from Cwesowra legek [Footnote:
Hardwood Point, Fort Cumberland.] to Parrsborough, running parallel
with the river now called Hebert, and this road is called by Indians
Ou-wokun, the Causeway, but by white men, or the Iglesmani, the Boar's
Back. For it is said that he meant to visit Partridge Island and Cape
Blomidon, but they who were with him had got tired of the sea, and
wished to cross over by land. And while they were resting and getting
ready for their trip across, the Master, raising his magic power to a
great deed to be spoken of forever, went away a little time, and cast
up a great and beautiful level ridge, throwing it over bogs and
streams; and on this they traveled, rejoicing, and, having reached the
island, awaited him.

And yet again the Master did a mighty deed. It came to pass in those
days that the Beavers had built a dam across from Utkoguncheek, or Cape
Blomidon, to the opposite shore, and thereby made a pond that filled
all the valley of Annapolis. Now in those times the Beavers were
monstrous beasts, and the Master, though kind of heart, seems to have
had but little love for them ever since the day when Qwah-beetsis, the
son of the Great Beaver, tempted Malsum to slay his brother. Now the
bones of these Beavers may be found to this day, and many there are on
Oonamahgik, and their teeth are six inches across, and there are no
such _qwah-beet_ to-day. [Footnote: Both Mr. Rand and myself have
been solemnly assured by Indians who had seen these antediluvian