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owv sore-footed dogs. It was a nice old-fashioned couple that met 

 us here, and, sending the boys to take care of our team and the 

 articles upon it, they invited us into the house, where, after cordial 

 greetings ( for the guide was well acquainted here ) they placed 

 before us, for refreshment, cups of hot tea and buttered graham 

 bread — the first I had seen on the coast. The large house, with its 

 low studded ceiling and ample apartments, presented a cosey and 

 homelike appearance. The kitchen served as a dining-room and 

 place of general assembly, and there we all met together, — those 

 who smoked did so, and those of us who did not made ourselves 

 comfortable and looked on, while we all chatted pleasantly together 

 until supper time ; this over, we spent the evening in chatting 

 pleasantly and familiarly with our host and hostess. 



Sunday, March 6. Two pleasures fill me to-day, the oue that 

 I am here in a new place with the beauty and freshness of new 

 scenes before me, the open bay in front, the sea with a distant 

 view of the Newfoundland coast at the left, and a huge bank of 

 limestone containing unknown treasures in the shape of new and 

 rare fossils behind the house and not a hundred rods away : the 

 other the prospect of a good, quiet, homehke Sunday with 

 pleasant people who greet me most cordially, upon my appear- 

 ing at the breakfast table. The simple but rehshable meal 

 over, the morning was spent in talking, walking, and in reading. 

 The dinner disposed of — an equally satisfactory repast — all hands 

 were invited to take a walk to the limestone cliff and see its attrac- 

 tions. This we did, and were soon examining this mound ridge 

 of sea-deposit which appears to stretch a long distance in a north- 

 westerly direction, though just how far I could not tell. The edges 

 of the cliffs, here some seventy-five feet high, were exposed, and 

 presented a most uneven, and irregular jagged surface, facing the 

 sea ; below, the broken pieces that had tumbled down by weather, 

 wind, frosts, rain, and their own weight, strewed the ground every- 

 where in a sloping pile of fine chips — like slate rock — and stones 

 of various sizes with occasional huge bowlder-like lumps of solid 

 rock. I picked up several well formed fossils, and accepted our 



