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have an end, and too soon we find the vessel that is to convey us 

 home already in the harbor awaiting us. The Captain is to make 

 a two weeks' trip " down along " visiting, for purposes of trade, the 

 various places over which we had been before, yet we preferred 

 to join him, and so by evening we were packed and " all aboard " 

 for our trip. We passed Salmon Bay, everywhere abounding in 

 glacial evidences, rounded its trough-like hollow, which appeared 

 as if gauged out from the land toward the sea, as it undoubtedly 

 was, and noted everywhere its peculiarities and attractions. We 

 visited Blanc Sablon in full summer activity, and saw, even now, 

 early August, snow-clad hills in the distance beyond ; while nearer 

 to green slopes and verdure were everywhere scattered by Nature's 

 profuse hand. 



I took my gun and started toward the distant hills, I climbed 

 the crests close to the beach, and at the head of the bay. They 

 were huge sand heaps sparingly grassed over, and reaching to two 

 hundred or more feet above the sea level. Again huge depressions, 

 nearly as deep as the hills were high, lay before me. These ele- 

 vated tablelands, and smooth even valleys everywhere intervening 

 stretched forward and inland in all directions. From the highest 

 of these tabled hills, what a view burst upon my sight ! On one 

 side a long extent of country (apparently rich pasture land for herds 

 of cattle, though we searched for them in vain, and listened in vain 

 for the tinkling of the cowbell) receded to the hills on the right, 

 while all was enveloped in dark shadows upon the green ground- 

 work from the hills and the clouds. The whole outline of the pic- 

 ture was that of a large funnel ; the tube extending in the distance, 

 and the mouth occupied, in greater part, by a magnificent large 

 pond, the outlet of which, draining through the centre of the tun- 

 nel, followed the tube, and, lost in the distance, eventually found 

 its way, dashing down the rocky Bradore heights, into the sea. 



On the other side Blanc Sablon harbor and the sea beyond came 

 in view. To the west were Long Point and L'Anse Couteau, while 

 Wood and Greenley islands occupied the centre of the picture, and 

 the fishing boats (I counted two hundred or more) everywhere dot- 



