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feet line and in perfect time. Again tliey would disappear as sud- 

 denly as they appeared. I have seen them at times leap several 

 inches clear of the water. Again they would form in long ranks and 

 rush through the water with such velocity as to make it actually hiss 

 as it closed behind them. Sometimes they would suddenly dis- 

 appear and again as suddenly appear headed in some other direction 

 and proceed with their " playing " as before. They often sport in 

 this way for hours, appearing in thousands and tens of thousands, 

 and then disappear as suddenly as they came not to be seen again 

 during the season. At this, the " old salts " say " they have taken 

 to deep water again." 



Wednesday, the 23d. We started off early this morning with a 

 fine breeze, on our return trip. (We had visited, but did not stay 

 long, at the Roman Catholic settlement of about one hundred and 

 sixty houses, at Esquimaux Point, about twenty miles east of Min- 

 gan. I simply mention the location as it is an important one in 

 sealing industries, though otherwise it does not, I believe, attract 

 particular attention.) Farther to the eastward the small island of 

 St. Genevieve (pronounced here genyurve) forms a prominent 

 landmark, as does also the locality of Watcheeshoo (pronounced 

 watch-a-shoe) which is near Manicouagan bay. Close by is Sad- 

 dle hill, the highest part of this neighboring coast, being about 

 three hundred and seventy-five feet above the sea, and about sixty- 

 five miles to the north and west of which lies Mt. St. John, the 

 highest peak on the North Shore at this point, being 1614 feet 

 high. A few other Indian villages were passed, such as Washatna- 

 gunashka bay, or Mushkoniatawee, Pashasheebo, as also Peash- 

 tebai, and Appeeletat, all of which names, strange to say, really 

 sound quite musical when pronounced properly by one acquainted 

 with their Indian sound. 



Friday, the 24th. We lay to, awhile this morning, off the Fox 

 islands, and filled several pails and buckets with murres' eggs 

 {Lo??ivia troile), while with our guns we shot about a hundred of 

 these birds in less than an hour, and yet we left them flying as 

 thickly over and by the island as when we had first landed. We 



