IN A FISHING COUNTRY 



Riviere du Loup church plain to the naked 

 eye at thirty miles, and gives a sharp hori- 

 zon of seventy miles from the heights 

 above Cap a I'Aigle. 



When the ear catches the whistle of a 

 very distant steamer it is a tell-tale of mois- 

 ture in excess. 



Mirage down the river, lifting Hare 

 Island, Hare Island Reef and the shore 

 below in bold cliffs to the sky, foreruns the 

 north-east wind. 



So long as the wrack of a nor'easterly 

 storm keeps drifting up the bay and into 

 the valley, the clear-up is not yet. 



Sea-breezes by day, a land-breeze in the 

 evening, reveal the atmosphere in just bal- 

 ance; any variation in these normal winds, 

 the reverse. 



A dewless night, clouds that dazzle with 

 their whiteness or move in two directions, 

 portend change. 



When the sky is partly overcast, and the 

 cheminees between the clouds are closing, 

 there will be showers; otherwise when 

 these are opening. 



Thunderstorms sweep down the Murray 

 valley upon Cap a I'Aigle from a high ser- 

 rated ridge of granite with a knob like an 

 old woman's cap. When the habitant sees 

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