272 LIFE OF AUDUBON. 



common sand beach, one sees immense beds of round stones 

 (boulders ?) of all sizes, and some of large dimensions, rolled 

 side by side, and piled up in heaps, as if cast there by some 

 great revolution of nature. I have seen many such places, and 

 always look on them with astonishment, because they seem to 

 have been vomited up by the sea, and cast hundreds of yards 

 inland, by its powerful retchings; and this gives -some idea of 

 what a hurricane at Labrador can do. 



"July 12. Thermometer 48°, and it is raining hard, and 

 blowing another gale from the east, and the vessel rocks so 

 much that I am unable to finish my drawing. 



" July 13. Rose this morning at half-past three, and found 

 the wind north-east, and but little of it. The weather is cloudy 

 and dull, as it is always here after a storm. I was anxious to 

 stay on board, and finish the drawing of a grouse I had promised 

 to Dr. Kelly of the Gulnare. But at seven the wind changed, 

 and we prepared to leave our fine harbour. We beat out to sea,, 

 and made our course for the harbour of Little Macatine, distant 

 forty-three mUes. By noon the wind died away, but the sea 

 rolled, and we were all sea-sick, and glad to go to our berths. 



" July 14. Awoke this morning to find a cold north-east wind 

 blowing, and ourselves twenty miles from our destination, a 

 heavy sea beating against the vessel's bows, as she is slowly 

 beating tack after tack against the wind. We are in despair of 

 reaching our destination to-day. Towards evening however the 

 wind favoured us, and as we approached the island, it proved 

 the highest land we have seen, and looked rugged and horrid. 



" When we came within a mile and a half of the shore we 

 took a small boat, and pushed off for the land. As we came 

 near it, the rocks appeared stupendously high and rough, and 

 frowned down on our little boat, as we moved along and doubled 

 the little cape which made one side of the entrance of Macatine's 

 Harbour, but it looked so small to me, that I doubted if it were 

 the place ; and the shores were horribly wild, fearfully high 

 and rough, and nothing but th§ croaking of a pair^of ravens was 

 heard mingling with the dismal sound of the surge which 

 dashed on the rocky ledges, and sent the foaming water into 



the air. 



"By the time we reached the shore the wind began to 



