A LABRADOR SPRING 



when we steamed east along the coast, were in 

 full leaf on our return, and dotted the dark 

 forest with light green spots. 



On the extreme left of the bay, as one faces 

 north, under some hills which match the islands 

 in height, was a clearing on the edge of the for- 

 est, occupied by the motley buildings of a whale 

 factory, a familiar sight to one who has been 

 on the eastern Labrador coast or in Newfound- 

 land. A little further in the bay was a wharf 

 piled with bales of white wood-pulp, which had 

 been brought by rail from Clark City lying 

 concealed in the forest some nine miles inland. 

 This " city " is a model one in many ways, 

 steam-heated and electric lighted, although its 

 effect on the forest is not pleasant to contem- 

 plate, yet I was told that proper forestry meth- 

 ods were employed, so that the land was not 

 left entirely destitute, and the continued 

 growth of the forest was assured. From the 

 wharf the bay sweeps around in a lovely even 

 curve of white sand beach, backed by the eter- 

 nal spruce forest, which stretches back to a 

 mountain barrier. This bay is of interest to 

 the ornithologist from the fact that thousands 

 of brant rest and feed on the eel-grass there 



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