From the time of the landing of the Loyalists to the Cornwall of today, what a marvellous contrast. Where once were dense and forbidding forests, are now paved streets and granolithic sidewalks, bordered with green boulevards and brilliantly illumined with electric light - all but the grand old St. Lawrence is changed.
      Progress was gradual at first, and log houses were for many years the residence of rich and poor alike. All these, and most of the more pretentious structures which immediately followed them, have long since disappeared with the forests, and in their place we have beautiful homes and handsome public buildings, many of which will be found pictured in the pages which follow.
      The citizens of Cornwall do not as a rule go away in the heated term. Right at their doors they possess a magnificent summer resort, and a climate that cannot be excelled. A few hot days there may be, but there are always refreshing breezes and cool, restful nights. Only a few miles to the westward is one of the world's wonders - the Long Sault, where the waters of the mighty river tumble and toss in their wild grandeur. What more delightful spot can be imagined than the head of Shiek's Island, where a narrow peninsula thrusts itself out into the very heart of the rapids, or Barnhart's Island, just across the Little River, with its splendid new hotel, already a Mecca for travellers in search of rest and comfort.