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THE LABRADOR JOURNAL 



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 parrow Hawk 

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 nd here called 

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 ; brought to me 

 of this bird, 1 



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 ing many songs 



dom in my life have I left a country with as little regret 

 as I do this; the next nearest to this was East Florida, 

 after my excursions up the St. John's River. As we sailed 

 away, and I saw, probably for the last time, the high 

 rugged hills partly immersed in masses of the thick fog 

 that usually hovers over them, and knew that now the bow 

 of our truly fine vessel was turned towards the place 

 where thou, my Lucy, art waiting for me, I felt rejoiced, 

 although yet far away. Now we are sailing in full sight 

 of the northwestern coast of Newfoundland, the moun- 

 tains of which are high, with drifted snow-banks dotted 

 over them, and cut horizontally with floating strata of 

 fogs reaching along the land as far as the eye can see. 

 The sea is quite smooth ; at least I think so, or have be- 

 come a better seaman through habit. John and Lincoln 

 are playing airs on the violin and flute; the other young 

 men are on deck. It is worth saying that during the two 

 months we have been on the coast of Labrador, moving 

 from one harbor to another, or from one rocky isle to 

 another, only three nights have we spent at sea. Twenty- 

 three drawings have been execr«-°d, or commenced and 

 nearly completed. Whether this voyage will prove a 

 fruitful one remains to be p-oved; but I am content, and 

 hope the Creator will permit us to reach our country and 

 find our friends well and happy. 



August 13. Harbor of St. George, St. George's Bay, 

 Newfoundland. Wf: have been running, as the sailors 

 say, till five this evening, when we anchored here. Our 

 way here was all in sight of land along the northwest 

 shores of Newfoundland, the highest land we have yet 

 seen; in some places the scenery was highly picturesque 

 and agreeable to the eye, though little more vegetation 

 appeared than in Labrador. Last night was a boisterous 

 one, and we were all uncomfortable. This morning we 

 entered the mouth of St. George's Bay, about thirteen 

 leagues broad and fully eighteen deep. A more beauti- 



