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are simply bare ledges, very rough and irregular in outline. The 

 fishing village, also, like all others, consists of little earthen-cov- 

 ered hovels, stuck down wherever a decently level spot fifteen 

 feet square can be found, and of fishing stages running out from 

 every little point and cove, in which the catch is placed to be 

 taken care of, and alongside of which the heavy boats can lie 

 without danger of being smashed by the undertow that is con- 

 tinually heaving against the shore. 



A two days' run brought us up to Cape Harrigan, rounding 

 which we went into Webeck Harbor, little thinking that in that 

 dreary place storm and fog would hold us prisoners for five days. 

 That was our fate, and even now we wonder how we lived 

 through that dismal time. 



One day served to make us familiar with the flora, fauna, geog- 

 raphy and geology of the region, for it was not an interesting 

 place from a scientific point of view, however the fishermen may 

 regard it, and after the departure of the mail steamer, leaving 

 us all disappointed in regard to mail, time dragged on us terribly. 



Two or three of the more venturesome ones could get a little 

 sport by pulling a long four miles down to the extremity of Cape 

 Harrigan, where sea pigeon had a home in the face of a mag- 

 nificent cliff, against the bottom of which the gunners had to 

 risk being thrown by the heavy swell rolling against it, as they 

 shot from a boat bobbing like a cork, at " guillemots " flying 

 like bullets from a gun out of the face of the cliff. One evening 

 a relief party was sent off for two who had gone off to land on 

 a bad lee shore and were some hours overdue. To be sure the 

 missing ones arrived very soon, all right, while the search party 

 got back considerably later, drenched with spray and with their 

 boat half full of water, but the incident gave some relief from 

 the monotony. 



Another evening several visiting captains and a few friends 

 from ashore were treated to a concert by the Bowdoin Glee and 

 Minstrel Club. All the old favorites of from ten years ago and 

 less were served up in a sort of composite hash, greatly to the 

 delight of both audience and singers. 



