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curious ones among the passengers might try how 

 easy it was to throw one ashore. " Any girl ought 

 to do it," I said to myself, after a man had tried and 

 had failed to clear half the distance. Seizing a stone, 

 I cast it with vigor and confidence, and as much ex- 

 pected to see it smite the rock as I expected to live. 

 "It is a good while getting -there," I mused, as I 

 watched its course ; down, down it went ; there, it 

 will ring upon the granite in half a breath ; no, down 

 - into the water, a little more than half way ! " Has 

 my arm lost its cunning?" I said, and tried again and 

 again, but with like result. The eye was completely 

 at fault. There was a new standard of size before 

 it to which it failed to adjust itself. The rock is so 

 enormous and towers so above you that you get the 

 impression it is much nearer than it actually is. 

 When the eye .is full it says " here we are," and the 

 hand is ready to prove the fact ; but in this case 

 there is an astonishing discrepancy between what the 

 eye reports and what the hand finds out. 



Cape Trinity, the wife of this colossus, stands 

 across a chasm through which flows a small tributary 

 of the Saguenay, and is a head or two shorter as be- 

 comes a wife, and less rugged and broken in outline. 



From Riviere du Loup, where we passed the night 

 and ate our first " Tommy-cods," our thread of travel 

 makes a big loop around New Brunswick to St. 

 John, thence out and down through Maine to Boston, 

 a thread upon which many delightful excursions 

 and reminiscences might be strung. We traversed 



