“In 49 BC Julius Caesar led the 13th Legion across a small river in northern Italy. This seemingly insignificant event heralded the end of a several hundred year old democracy…”
As England’s longest ruling monarch, Elizabeth II has not seen the decline of the British Empire, but rather the fruition of a somewhat turbulent but ultimately well meaning nation’s efforts over more than a millennium.
As he watched, the front line troops wavered in their advance. The communist officer pulled out a pistol and proceeded to coldly shoot several of his own men in the back.
The mournful skirling of bagpipes sounds on the television for the vigil which marks the tragic death of 22 neighbours and friends. In Nova Scotia the death of 22 individuals marks us all. Few of us are more than two removes from someone who died or was bereaved by the dreadful murders that marred the peace of our province last weekend.
Take heart that there have been worse contagious diseases than this one from which Canadians have gotten up, brushed themselves off and gone on with their lives.
Chiefs traditionally ruled the clans, originally much as a native American tribal chief would do, as the steward of the territory held by his people.
Given that without pipelines Texas based oil companies get to buy Canadian oil at a third of the world price, blocking our pipelines makes sense. What doesn’t make sense is that Canadians fall for this manipulation hook, line and sinker
The governor was often in foul mood, for he was ruled by his wife Lady Frances. She was frequently absent, sharing her charms with various others including the king’s son, Prince William. I was a broken man without hope, but for the sake of the children who I instructed, I continued at my teacher’s post.
It was the summer of 1796 when we arrived in Nova Scotia and we counted ourselves fortunate to have made our advent during the warm season. In actual fact, most of us were experiencing colder temperatures than we had ever before encountered.
One morning I awoke, and noticed the absence of the rocking movement of the vessel to which I’d grown accustomed. Shouts and cries assailed my ears and strange smells penetrated even through the miasma of our hold. The hatch opened and we blinked at the bright light, then staggered out of the vessel. With its hot sun and its palm trees, Jamaica was in some ways much like home.