CHAPTER X 



SOME LABRADOR RIVERS 



** Les rivieres sont des chemins qui marchent." 



Pascal. 



'TpHE Labrador Peninsula, like a mighty 

 * sponge, holds much water in its meshes, 

 frozen into flinty ice it is true during the greater 

 part of the year, but abundantly fluid during 

 the brief summer season. As one cruises along 

 the southern coast line in spring, one passes a 

 series of watercourses large and small, each 

 bearing out into the green waters of the Gulf 

 its dark brown floods laden with tree trunks 

 and evergreen branches. Even at a distance 

 of two or three miles from shore, the less dense 

 fresh water is often distinct from the heavier 

 sea-water which it overlays, and a curious 

 effect is produced by the churning up of the 

 green sea-water, so that it contrasts strongly 

 in the steamer's wake with the tea coloured 

 fresh water on either side. 



All the rivers are frequented by trout and 

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