coating long ago, are now thrown up on land naked, whitened quartz? 'Tis the tale 
     
     of Nature painting out her landscape tints, -a geological process in miniature 
     
     reversal. Look out beyond the line of breakers at that band of ruddy water! 
     
     There is the paint-wash slowly settling down to tinge a new-made stratum darker 
     
     red. 
     
    

    
     What a lovely scene is this! The clear blue sky above us, flecked with white; 
     
     the tossing sea before us, deeper blue, in jealous emulation tips with pearly spray 
     
     the ridges of its wave-lines. The rolling surf below casts up at our feet garlands 
     
     of sea paints, green and brown and crimson algae, flaunting them before us for an 
     
     instant, then sweeping them back to ocean for yet another bath. Above us screech 
     
     and circle the never-tiring Terns, and from beyond the domes of sand, where grasses 
     
     wave with sedges, comes the piping wail of shore birds. 
     
    

    
     An economic question suggests itself. How shall we save our sand dunes, and 
     
     prevent the occluding and changing of our water-ways with the wearing away of 
     
     coastline, and conserve the flats between the sand dunes and the fertile lands, 
     
     with the ultimate hope and purpose of making them profitably productive? The 
     
     answer is written upon the surface of the dune we traverse, for see where yonder 
     
     fallen spruce tree lies well covered with the sand! Watch the mound increasing as 
     
     each gust of wind sweeps up the slope and leaves upon the growing heap the plunder 
     
     of its passage! Lines of barriers such as these placed along the dunes, connected 
     
     here and there by others run at right angles, would quickly anchor mounds of sand, 
     
     stable, permanent, lasting. Clear the sand away from yonder clumps of sea-sand- 
     
     reeds and expose the stout running rootstalks -veritable cables, binding mound to 
     
     mound, wind resisting, dune-preserving. Two factors these in solution of the 
     
     question. Then learn the lesson which Nature teaches: - place the barriers, plant 
     
     the grass. 
     
    

    
     As we go, returning to the meadows, through the scant herbage of the 'grasses' 
     
     we find the dunes clothed with plants, hereabouts peculiarly their own: —the Star- 
     
     flowered Solomon's Seal (Smilacina stellata) deep-rooted in the sand, with the 
     
     mealy tufted False Heather (Hudsonia tomentosa), and a matted mass of berry-bearing 
     
     trailing plants -Cranberries (Vaccinium macrocarppn)and (Z, Vitis-Idaea), the 
     
     crowberry (Empetrum nigrum), the Bearberry (Arctostaphylus Uva-Ursi) and two 
     
     prostrate Junipers (Juniperus Sabina var. procumbens, and g: communis gag. 
     
     Canadensis). 
     
    

    
     Time will not permit us to notice the many plants which deck the sand-flats 
     
     and approaches to the meadow lands, nor the birds, the shells and other forms of 
     
     life. That would require another visit to the place. Our day is done. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Left to Right: 
     
    
   
   
    
     Starry False 
     
     Solomon's Seal 
     
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     Bearberry 
     
     Cranberry 
     
    
   
   
    
     Common Juniper 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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