BIGKBUEY BAY. 



CHAPTER XII. 



" There is a rapture on the lonely sbore ; 

 There is society where none intrudes, 

 By the deep sea, and music in its roar." 



Snugly ensconced within a beautiful cove are the two 

 fishing villages of Inner and Outer Hope, from whence 

 the neighbourhood derives its chief supply of lobsters and 

 crabs. 



From the flag-staff, just above the coast-guard station, 

 there is a charming look-out; indeed, it is marvellous that 

 this part of the coast has not become the resort of a greater 

 number of visitors. This usually quiet little cove sometimes 

 presents a curious spectacle, from its being a sheltered 

 retreat for wind-bound vessels, which occasionally lie there 

 for a week or more, at least, until the breeze is a favourable 

 one. We have seen between fifty and sixty vessels lying 

 at anchor, at the same time, within a limited space; and 

 then the villages presented a very animated scene, from 

 the influx of sailors, both foreign and English, who came 

 ashore, and caused great demand for provisions of various 

 kinds. Cart after cart arrived with butchers' meat and 

 loaves of bread, and were as speedily emptied of their loads, 



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