Page 39 - Gobineau's Portrait of Sydney, 1859
ISSUE : Issue 53
Published by Ronald Caplan on 1990/1/1
However, soon the ship's boys, dressed in their best finery, trans? formed into a brigade of waiters, appeared on the deck carrying with respect trays richly laden with refreshments. The serious people of the colony began to realize that the meeting had a purpose. The young ladies, happily gifted with an enormous appetite, so character? istic of the Anglo-Saxon race, were equally well-disposed to accept these offerings and, during the very short intervals which they al? lowed the orchestra to take in order to rest, they renewed their ener? gy. I cannot imagine how our cooks had managed on such short no? tice to make such a large variety of petit fours and cakes, enough to stock three sweets shops. What was even more curious was the air of timidity and graciousness with which our young ship's t)oys, the lit? tle devils, did their duty towards the ladies. One of them, the most devilish of the lot, lowered his eyes like a young virgin, while he of? fered his refreshments in English to the best looking ladies. During the day he had learned just the one sentence and it was the only one he knew, and probably the only one he would ever know, unless, lat? er, he might wish to extend his emdition in this particular vocation, which is something I cannot imagine. There had been such passion and such gaiety in the dancing that, near midnight, it was necessary to call a halt for a few minutes, if only to take a breather. That was the moment the sailors requested per? mission to sing as a choir. That was a gallantry about which they had not said a word before. They performed very well. But, as is the cus? tom in all professions, they never sang anything remotely connected , with the sea, rather they entertained us with the charms of Swiss cot? tages and glaciers. It is easy to have a Swiss imagination on the ocean, and it is quite probable that in the valleys of Uri and Untenwal- den the poetry of the demented seas is much appreciated. At last we dined, then after dinner we went to bed, everyone happy. A few ship's boys were sick because they had partaken of the re? freshments meant for the guests but, the following day nothing showed and the Gassendi left only a pleasant memory in the secret recesses of a young imagination. The ballroom disappeared. The cannons returned to their accustomed places and everything re? turned to normal. It will readily be seen that, by the small number of persons who could come to the ball, the population is very small. I do not know the official number. I do not think that it could be much more than a thousand souls. In the surrounding area, loghouses are fairly rare; regular houses, all built with boards, are rarer still. What is called a village is, in fact, a series of houses spread throughout the forests on a distance of more than a league. French Village is the most remarkable of those that I have seen. It is inhabited by the descendants of our compatri? ots, the fomier owners of the entire country, because it is a known fact that the entire island once belonged to us. Cape Breton was then part of Acadia and the Acadians were nearly all farmers and plough? men who came from Normandy. It is surely worth mentioning that this Province which, today, shows not the slightest interest in overseas immigration, had such a liking for these parts during the sixteenth and especially during the seventeenth centuries. Perhaps the peasants then entertained illusions which were cmelly deceived. Among those illusions it was thought that there was a fertile soil everywhere in these new lands. A part of Acadia perhaps corresponds to this de? scription but, generally speaking, and notably in the area surrounding Sydney, it certainly is not so. In order to lose such a notion, it is only necessary to consider the method used to cultivate the land. They begin by felling the trees, then in the space destined for cultiva? tion, a fire is set in order to get rid of the remaining stumps. The ash? es provide a first fertilizer which prepares the soil for the next year when a crop of potatoes is planted. In the second year, barley or rye is planted since wheat does not do well in this very harsh climate. During the third year it is still possible to try sowing however, general? ly speaking, the product is so mediocre that, for a fourth year, the place is abandoned and a new clearing is started somewhere else. However, the trees grow back. After a little while you have a thick wood and cutting is done again. Forest fires and clearings arrive quickly at the same end. It will be appreciated, then, that this is not a fertile land. Consequently, the inhabitants are few and far between and they keenly feel this lack of generosity from the soil that they cultivate. There is a great deal of hardship in this forsak? en part of the world. The usual necessities are expensive be? cause almost all of them must be brought from outside and, in order to buy them, it is neces? sary that the few things which can be sold remain at a corre? sponding value. All these cir? cumstances explain why the population is diminishing rather than growing, and it is not far? fetched to predict that those who have not sought a better living in other parts of the is? land, in Nova Scotia, in Canada or in the United States, will opt for Sydney Mines. Then the for? est will reclaim all the land that has been so painstakingly tak? en from it. Our thanks to Robert Pichette, Sydney, for his translation from Gobineau's Voyage ' Terre-Neuve. 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