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what remains of the voyage will prove as fruitful ; and only 

 hope our Creator will permit us all to reach our friends in 

 safety and find them well and happy. 



" August 13. Harbour of St. George's Bay, Newfoundland. By 

 my dates you will see how long we were running, as the sailors 

 call it, from Labrador to this place, where we anchored at five 

 this evening. Our voyage here was all in sight of, and indeed 

 along the north-west side of Newfoundland; the shores pre- 

 senting the highest lands we have yet seen. In some places 

 the views were highly picturesque and agreeable to the eye, 

 although the appearance of vegetation was but little better 

 than at Labrador, The wind was fair for two-thirds of the 

 distance, and drew gradually ahead and made us uncomfortable. 



" This morning we entered the mouth of St, George's Bay, 

 which is about forty miles wide and fifty miles deep, and a more 

 beautiful and ample basin cannot be found ; there is not a single 

 obstruction within it. The north-east shores are high and 

 rocky, but the southern are sandy, low, and flattish. It took 

 us until five o'clock to ascend it, when we came to anchor in 

 sight of a small village, the only one we have seen in two 

 months ; and we are in a harbour with a clay bottom, and where 

 fifty line-of-battle ships could snugly and safely ride. 



" The village is built on an elongated point of sand or sea wall, 

 under which we now are, and is perfectly secure from all winds 

 except the north-east. The country on ascending the bay 

 became gradually more woody and less rough in shape. The 

 temperature changed quite suddenly this afternoon, and the 

 weather was so mild that we found it agreeable lolling on deck, 

 and it felt warm even to a southern like myself. Twenty-two 

 degrees difference in temperature in two days is a very con- 

 siderable change. 



" We found here several sail of vessels engaged in the fisheries, 

 and an old hulk from Hull in England, called Charles Tennison, 

 which was wrecked near here four years ago, on her way from 

 Quebec to Hull, As we sailed up the bay two men boarded us 

 from a small boat and assisted us as pilots. They had a half 

 barrel of fine salmon, which I bought from them for ten dollars. 

 As soon as we dropped anchor our young men went ashore to 

 buy fresh provisions, but they returned witli nothing but two 



