The Dominion Atlantic Railway (reporting mark DA) was a historic Canadian railway which operated in the western part of Nova Scotia, primarily through an agricultural district known as the Annapolis Valley.
The DAR's corporate headquarters were originally located in London, United Kingdom until 1912, followed by Montreal, Quebec, but was always operationally headquartered in Kentville, Nova Scotia where the railway retained a unique identity and a high degree of independence until the end of steam. A depiction of Evangeline from the poem Evangeline, A Tale of Acadie published in 1847 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was incorporated into the DAR logo along with the text 'Land of Evangeline Route'.
The company is still legally incorporated and files annual returns with the Nova Scotia Registry of Joint Stock; its headquarters are now in Calgary, Alberta. Portions of the line are still operated by the Windsor and Hantsport Railway.
The Dominion Atlantic Railway was unusually diverse for a regional railway, operating its own hotel chain, steamship line and named luxury trains such as the Flying Bluenose. It is credited with playing a major role in developing Nova Scotia's tourism and agriculture industries.
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