238 LIFE OP AUDUBON. 



relating anecdotes and forming arrangements for the morrow. 

 Our captain complimented us on our success when we reached 

 the Swiftsure, and in due time we betook ourselves to our 

 hammocks. The next morning, a strange sail appearing in the 

 distance, preparations were instantly made to pay her com- 

 mander a visit. The signal-staff of 'White-head Island' 

 displayed the British flag, while Captain Frankland and his 

 men stood on the shore, and as we gave our sails to the wind, 

 three hearty cheers filled the air, and were instantly responded 

 to by us. The vessel was soon approached, but all was found 

 right with her, and, squaring our yards, onward we sped, 

 cheerily bounding over the gay billows, until our captain set 

 us ashore at Eastport. At another time my party was received 

 on board the revenue cutter's tender, the Fancy, a charming 

 name for so beautiful a craft. We set sail towards evening. 

 The cackling of the ' old wives,' that covered the hay, filled me 

 with delight, and thousands of gulls and cormorants seemed as 

 if anxious to pilot us into 'Head Harbour Bay,' where we 

 anchored for the night. Leaping on the rugged shore, we 

 made our way to the lighthouse, where we found Mr. Snelling, 

 a good and honest Englishman, from Devonshire. His family 

 consisted of three wild-looking lasses, beautiful, like the most 

 finished productions of Nature. In his lighthouse, snugly en- 

 sconced, he spent his days in peaceful forgetfulness of the world, 

 subsisting principally on the fish of the bay. When day broke, 

 how delightful it was to see fair Nature open her graceful eye- 

 lids, and present herself arrayed in all that was richest and 

 purest before her Creator ! Ah ! reader, how indelibly are 

 such moments engraved upon my soul ! with what ardour have 

 I at such times gazed around me, full of the desire of being 

 enabled to comprehend all that I saw! How often have I 

 longed to converse with the feathered inhabitants of the forest, 

 all of which seemed then intent on offering up their thanks to 

 the object of ray own adoration ! But the wish could not be 

 gratified, although I now feel satisfied that I have enjoyed as 

 much of the wonders and beauties of Nature as it was proper 

 for me to enjoy. The delightful trills of the winter wren rolled 

 through the underwood, the red squirrel smacked time with 

 his chops, the loud notes of the robin sounded clearly from the 



