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us were streaked with white as far as one could see 

 in either direction, and the hoarse cries of the birds 

 rose in chorus above the sound of the beating waves. 

 It was a wild picture, which the majesty of the cliffs 

 and the grandeur of the sea rendered exceedingly 

 impressive. 



How I longed for the internal composure of my 

 boatmen ! One moment I bowed to the waves, the 

 next propped myself against the mast and, held by 

 the captain, attempted to use the twin-lens camera. 

 Water, cliff, and sky danced across the ground glass 

 in bewildering succession, as, like a wing-shot, I 

 squeezed my pneumatic bulb and snapped at the 

 jumping sky line. 



One or two exposures were followed by collapse, 

 and in time by partial recuperation, which permitted 

 fresh efforts. In the picture presented the cliff is 

 well shown, but the birds are not so numerous as in 

 others less successful photographically. And dur- 

 ing this time how fared my assistant ? Charity for- 

 bids a reply. I will only say that, in response to a 

 hail from a passing fisherman, our captain shouted, 

 " Son malade ! " 



The supply of 5 X 7 plates exhausted, we came 

 about, and sailing before the wind quickly reached 

 the leeward side of the island, where, under the re- 

 viving influence of calmer water, we determined to 

 revisit the Gannets, this time, however, by land. 



Disembarking at the fishing village, which is 

 situated on the west side of Bonaventure, we were 

 soon in the spruce and balsam forests, which occupy 

 all but the borders of the island, here about a mile 

 and a half in width. The change from the turmoil 



