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A BALL IN NEWFOUNDLAND. 



On our return from the singularly wild and interesting country of 

 Labrador, the " Ripley" sailed close along the northern coast of New- 

 foundland. The weather was mild and clear; and, while my young- 

 companions amused themselves on the deck with the music of various in- 

 struments, I gazed on the romantic scenery spread along the bold and 

 often magnificent shores. Portions of the wilds appeared covered with a 

 luxuriance of vegetable growth far surpassing that of the regions which 

 we had just left, and in some of the valleys I thought I saw trees of 

 moderate size. The number of habitations increased apace, and many 

 small vessels and boats danced on the waves of the coves which we passed. 

 Here a precipitous shore looked like the section of a great mountain, of 

 which the lost half had sunk into the depths of the sea, and the dashing 

 of the waters along its base was such as to alarm the most daring seaman. 

 The huge masses of broken rock impressed my mind with awe and reve- 

 rence, as I thought of the power that still gave support to the gigantic 

 fragments which every where hung, as if by magic, over the sea, awaiting, 

 as it were, the proper moment to fall upon and crush the impious crew of 

 some piratical vessel. There again, gently swelling hills reared their 

 heads towards the sky, as if desirous of existing within the influence of 

 its azure piu-ity ; and I thought the bleatings of rein-deer came on my 

 ear. Dark clouds of Curlews were seen winging their way towards the 

 south, and thousands of Larks and Warblers were flitting through the 

 air. The sight of these birds excited in me a wish that I also had wings 

 to fly back to my country and friends. 



Early one morning our vessel doubled the northern cape of the Bay 

 of St George ; and, as the wind was light, the sight of that magnificent 

 expanse of water, which extends inward to the length of eighteen leagues, 

 with a breadth of thirteen, gladdened the hearts of all on board. A long 

 range of bold shores bordered it on one side, throwing a deep shadow 

 over the water, which added greatly to the beauty of the scene. On the 

 other side, the mild beams of the autumnal sun glittered on the water, 

 and whitened the sails of the little barks that were sailing to and fro, like 

 so many silvery gulls. The welcome sight of cattle feeding in cultivated 

 meadows, and of people at their avocations, consoled us for the labours 



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