A LABRADOR SPRING 



present eastern coast must have been formed, 

 with its numerous outlying islands, its deep 

 fiords or "tickles," and its land-locked har- 

 bours. 



Beyond Seven Islands stretches a long beach, 

 and, cutting through high sand and gravel 

 banks, the dark brown waters of the Moisie 

 River pour into the Gulf. Here the steamer 

 anchored two miles or more from the shore, 

 and we had a chance to study the little village 

 of a dozen red-roofed houses and a church 

 with our glasses during the slow process of 

 landing salmon casks on the beach. Moisie is 

 a great salmon station and the owners of the 

 mail steamer, the Holliday Brothers, catch in 

 nets great quantities of this fish every spring. 



Again the beach stretched eastward, backed 

 by an elevated gravel plain, mostly spruce cov- 

 ered and edged with a pure white bank of snow. 

 The sea was like glass, and we were treated to 

 some near views of three whales. Two crossed 

 our bow and spouted close at hand, displaying 

 light gray backs; another swam lazily along 

 on our starboard side, showing a broad upper 

 jaw and long narrow dorsal fin. Off the Sag- 

 uenay we had seen numbers of white whales, 



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