WE GO TO LABRADOR AND START WORK 47 



Foghorn " having it all his own way. On the fourth 

 day we caught a glimpse of Cape Bauld, the north- 

 east corner of Newfoundland, and then the im- 

 penetrable veil dropped again. Our only occupation 

 had been our deep sea thermometer, which registered 

 generally from 28-30 Fahren. in two to three 

 hundred fathoms. On Sunday we once more sighted 

 land. The fog had gone, and was replaced by a 

 bright clear day not a cloud in the sky, not a 

 ripple on the dark blue water. Innumerable rocky 

 islands and lofty headlands were visible away on 

 the port bow some showing a bright yellow from 

 the mosses and lichens on them. Around us we 

 could count thirty magnificent icebergs chips from 

 the eternal Arctic ice. A school of whales were 

 sporting under our lee, every now and again throw- 

 ing jets of glistening water high into the air. The 

 scene to our eager eyes was one indeed of sur- 

 passing interest and beauty. 



Our pilot's experience was at once on trial, for 

 only a very imperfect survey exists of the coast 

 And not one single landmark, lightship, buoy, 01 

 distinguishing mark exists to aid the mariner any- 

 where along this dreary coast, a lack not remedied 

 by the luxuriance of fogs and icebergs. It stood 

 the test well. He pronounced the spot " Roundhill 

 Island." 



After passing through a precipitous rocky en- 

 trance, half closed by a stranded mountain of ice, on 

 which the long swell of the Atlantic was thunder- 



