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passed Lubec. The wind was light and ahead, and yet 

 with the assistance of the tide we drifted twenty-five 

 miles down to Little River during the night 



" Jun* 7. This morning found us riding at anchor 

 near som? ugly-looking rocks, the sight of which caused 

 our captain to try to get out of their way, and the whole 

 morning was spent in trying to get into Little River, but 

 the men were unable to tow us in. We landed for a few 

 minutes and shot a hermit thrush, but the wind sprang 

 up, and we returned to the vessel and tried to put out to 

 sea ; we were for a time in danger of drifting upon the 

 rocks, but the wind increased, and we made our way out 

 to sea. Suddenly, however, the fog came drifting in, and 

 was so thick that we could hardly see the bowsprit, and 

 the night was spent in direful apprehension of some im- 

 pending evil ; although, about twelve, squalls of wind de- 

 cided in our favor, and when day dawned the wind was 

 blowing fresh from the north, and we were driving on the 

 waters, all sea-sick, and crossing that worst of all dread- 

 ful bays, the Bay of Fundy. 



" June 8. We sailed between Seal and Mud Islands. 

 In the latter the procellaria (a species of gull) breed 

 abundantly ; their nests are dug in the sand to the depth 

 of two feet or more, and the whole island is covered with 

 them, looking like rat holes. They lay three white eggs." 



The next two days recorded in the Journal describe 

 the winds and sights, and birds which were seen as the 

 voyagers scudded from Cape Sable to the Gut of Can- 

 seauj so named by the early French voyagers, because 

 they found vast quantities of wild geese there. The 

 wind was fair, and the captain of the Ripley wished 

 to continue his course to Labrador. But Audubon, anx- 

 ious to explore every part of the coast along which they 

 were sailing, persuaded the captain to come to anchor in 

 a harbor in the Gut of Canseau, of the same name 

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