A LABRADOR SPRING 



green, and had remained from the previous 

 summer. 



A redstart, the " little torch " of the Cubans, 

 and a magnolia warbler, gems of beauty which 

 to the uninitiated would appear to be birds of 

 the tropics only, were flitting about among the 

 treetops, constantly expressing their love and 

 joy of life in songs. That of the redstart was 

 " sibilant and insistent," that of the magnolia 

 warbler recalled the famous words veni, vidi, 

 vici. A lonely loon was swimming in the 

 surges below and then rose and flew into the 

 dark forest beyond. 



The snowbank, the soft, tender birches and 

 larches, the mysterious, mighty river, the 

 dark, trackless forest, the distant mountains, 

 the shadowy high land of the north, the land of 

 the ptarmigan, the caribou and the Indian, 

 all made a picture I shall never forget. The 

 spirit and the charm of wild beauty and mys- 

 tery pervaded it all. 



It was possible to enjoy all this ethereal 

 beauty and mystery, and yet to be of the earth, 

 earthy, and I hold that there is no shame in the 

 latter, for we enjoyed a dinner of the best on this 

 glorious day. After some erbsewurst soup, 



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