Nova Scotia
Authors: Lesley Choyce
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Nova Scotia
Shaped By The Sea
A Living History
New Revised Edition
Lesley Choyce
Pottersfield Press at
Smashwords
Lawrencetown Beach, Nova Scotia,
Canada
Copyright © 2007 Lesley
Choyce
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Library and Archives Canada
Cataloguing in Publication
Choyce, Lesley, 1951-
Nova Scotia : shaped by the sea : a
living history / Lesley Choyce. – New rev. ed.
Includes index.
ISBN
978-1-897426-33-3
1. Nova Scotia – History. I.
Title.
FC2311.C56
2007
971.6
C2007-904664-9
Cover design
by Gail
LeBlanc
Front cover photo credit: Bluenose
II Preservation Society
The original edition of this volume
was published by Viking/Penguin Canada Ltd.
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Publishing Industry Development Program for our publishing
activities. We also acknowledge the ongoing support of the Canada
Council for the Arts, which last year invested $20.1 million in
writing and publishing throughout Canada. We also thank the
Province of Nova Scotia for its support through the Department of
Tourism, Culture and Heritage.
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“Don’t brood on what’s past, but
never forget it either.”
–
Thomas Raddall
Acknowledgements
Special thanks to the following who
helped make this project happen: Heather Taylor, Mary Ann
Archibald, Dana James, Emily White, Jennifer Wessel, Peggy
Amirault, Julia Swan, Gail LeBlanc, Erin Dunn, Dean Jobb, Malcolm
Ross, Claudia Pinsent, Gary Shutlak, Dan Paul, Barrie Clarke, Karen
Smith, Charles Armour, Cynthia Good, and the people of Nova
Scotia.
Contents
Introduction to the New Edition
3
Cold Wars and Warm-blooded
Mammals
5
Early Explorers: Myths, Legends and Maybe a Few
Facts
6
Sailors Westward: In Search of New
Worlds
7
Port Royal and the Order of Good
Cheer
10
Acadia: More Than a Bargaining Chip
11
Louisbourg: A Fortress City
15
The Rowdy Town on the Harbour
18
The Deportation of the Acadians: “Into Utter
Misery”
20
The Land of Exile and Immigrants
22
Loyalists: The White and the
Black
23
From Rags to Royalty: Halifax Comes of
Age
26
Sea Crimes of the Nineteenth Century
27
Confederation: Nova Scotians Become Canadians
28
The Plight of Nineteenth-century Nova Scotian Women
30 The Decline and Fall of the Age of Sail
31 Dreamers, Schemers and Telephone Screamers
32
Toward the Turn of the Century
34
Aftermath of the Halifax Explosion
37
A Province in Economic Ruin
38
Nova Scotia in the Second World War
40
The Fifties and Sixties: “A Friendly Remoteness”
42
Unhealthy Habits, Unclean Harbours
43
Coal Mining in Nova Scotia: A Chronicle of Despair
45
Fish Sheds and Federal Politics
46 Tragedy and Beyond: The Sustainable
Province
Introduction to
the New Edition
The
final chapter of the original edition of
Nova Scotia Shaped by the Sea
was titled “Fish Shacks and Federal Politics,” and
oddly enough, those same two things are on my mind this morning as
I reintroduce this book to a new generation of readers. It’s the
middle of June, 2007, eleven years since this story of a seabound
province saw the light of day.
The wind is out of the northeast for the fifth day in a row
and my neighbour, Luigi Costanzo, a windsurfer who is more than
savvy about winds, says that’s unusual. Something isn’t quite
right. This month has been cold and wet, and in times gone by, we
simply blamed that on the North Atlantic, our ally and sometimes
foe. Now, we’re starting to blame bad weather – and especially
Maritime oddities of weather – on global climate change. We realize
now that we may be in for some monumental coastal changes here. It
may not quite be “Farewell to Nova Scotia” yet, but it could be a
rough ride ahead for those like me who live a stone’s throw from
the sea.
Our governments have nearly universally failed to stay ahead
of the impending crisis of climate change. My first honest job in
Canada was working for the federal government as an alternate
energy consultant in 1978, heralding the sexy, brave new world of
power generated by wind, sun, tide and wave. Pierre Trudeau’s
cabinet had recognized the immense possibilities but as soon as oil
prices stabilized, the proverbial plug was pulled and we descended
into a new renewable energy Dark Age that lasted twenty-five
years.
But I am brooding, just as the sailor did in the classic
aforementioned song, who stares at Nova Scotia’s shores and sings,
“May your mountains dark and dreary be.” And this morning the sky
is low and dark as the moody nor’east winds drive the clouds over
the land.
And on the news, lo and behold, a quarrel continues between
the feds and the province over something called “The Atlantic
Accord.” Those of us on the sidelines just scratch our heads and
wonder what it’s all about. At the heart of the issue are resources
– oil in particular – that exist in the waters off Nova Scotia. Who
owns it? Canada or Nova Scotia? The Atlantic Accord preserved some
dignity for us and would have brought a tad more wealth to this
have-not province. Oil money is tainted money, I agree. But if the
oil is going to be drilled and pumped, should we not have a fair
share of the revenue?
Nova Scotians feel we should. Conservative MP Bill Casey put
his career on the line by siding with his fellow bluenosers and
thumbing his nose at Prime Minister Stephen Harper and he got the
boot from his party, instantly becoming a hero in the eyes of most
folks back home here.
Some of the shortchanged among us think that it looks like
this. Albertans had oil beneath the land, so they deserved a hefty
right to monies from that resource. But Nova Scotians have oil
beneath the coastal sea and that’s, as they say here, another
kettle of fish. This may all blow over soon and be one of those
blips not worthy of note in a history of a province. I just wanted
to share with you what is in my head today and how some themes
simply don’t drop off into the deep.
Oil is the wrong resource to develop anyway. We need to get
on with wind and sun, tide and wave as we should have continued
down this path in the seventies. Here on the coast, our eyes are
often on the skies and our broodiness may be brought on by those
sullen grey clouds, but it trains us to be an introspective tribe.
Today, on this occasion of reintroducing my story about Nova
Scotia, I am still looking out my window over a green and lush
marsh, the grassy dunes of the Lawrencetown Beach and the Atlantic
beyond. Waves are breaking on a shoal called Egg Island and I can
just barely make out the lighthouse of Devil’s Island at the mouth
of Halifax Harbour.
Eleven years is a blip in any history of any place. In an
individual’s life, however, it is a long time. My own daughters
have gone from teens to twenties, my own life has seen upheaval and
recovery. I’ve written a dozen books, hiked hundreds of coastal
kilometres, surfed over a thousand waves and pondered many
impossible questions both personal and political.
And every once in a while, often in a time of despair, I
abandon all responsibility and retreat. I leave the world
behind.
Such was the day of May 31 of this year. I
decided to take a solo hike to Fisherman’s Beach in Lower East
Chezzetcook, where I had ended the first edition
of
Nova Scotia Shaped by the
Sea
.
I drove inland first towards the strip mall of Porters Lake
(with its “SuperStore”) and then east towards Musquodoboit Harbour
and then south again, driving down the spine of a long tendril of
land jutting out to the sea. I had checked the tide predictions, as
one must for some of the best coastal hikes in this province, and
would arrive near low tide. Otherwise, I would have needed my
wetsuit and my surfboard.
