The School
The present school, although is not open, was not the first school, has been in its present locationas far back as anyone can remember. a story is told that it was the first built on the railway, and the people with their horses and wagons just drove around on either side.
School registers which date back to the year 1889, show a remarkable change in the school registers of today. Many citizens of the community visited the length of each visit was recorded. There was an enrollment of forty pupils and from Grade 1 to 8 was taught. Public examinations were conducted at the end of the term where by served citizens came and questioned the pupils on what they thought they should know. The remarks of each examiner are recorded.
Donald Campbell was a teacher who taught during the 1870's. One story is related of how he went to visit his cousin in Pugwash and while there he taught school for a term. When it came time to be paid for his work, he was paid with six live sheep, which he drove home to Blue Mountain from Pugwash.
Many scholars went on, from the school in Blue Mountain to greater learning, one of whom was A. Louis Fraser. He was a minister and also a poet and published tem Volumes of Poems. Here is one of them. This poem was dedicated to the old cemetery:
By the skirt of a field that knows no reaping,
Where the wood, unwatched, creeps over the hill,
The sires of the Highland home lies sleeping.
And through all the year the place is still,
Save sometimes, in the high midsummer,
when traveled feet seek a sacred mound.
By a moss-grown stone some shy newcomer.
May be found.
Where once was a road the winds have drifted,
Till now the road and the field are one.
In the hollow where once a rude bridge lifted,
Its arch you can still see an old stream run.
But thinks of those who that road had taken,
With delight.
Though the silence there is unbroken,
And the worshipers sleep in the cells around,
The word still lives thet there was spoken,
Though not a trace of the church be found,
We have no reaping without their sowing,
And the fire from their Broken alter glows,
Elsewhere, as sunshine quenched is blowing,
in the rose.