PERCE AND BONAVENTURE 141 
us were streaked with white as far as one could see 
in either direction, and the hoarse cries of the birds 
rose in chorus above the sound of the beating waves. 
It was a wild picture, which the majesty of the cliffs 
and the grandeur of the sea rendered exceedingly 
impressive. 
How I longed for the internal composure of my 
boatmen! One moment I bowed to the waves, the 
next propped myself against the mast and, held by 
the captain, attempted to use the twin-lens camera. 
Water, cliff, and sky danced across the ground glass 
in bewildering succession, as, like a wing-shot, I 
squeezed my pneumatic bulb and snapped at the 
jumping sky line. 
One or two exposures were followed by collapse, 
and in time by partial recuperation, which permitted 
fresh efforts. In the picture presented the cliff is 
well shown, but the birds are not so numerous as in 
others less successful photographically. And dur- 
ing this time how fared my assistant ? Charity for- 
bids a reply. I will only say that, in response to a 
hail from a passing fisherman, our captain shouted, 
“Son malade !” 
The supply of 5X 7 plates exhausted, we came 
about, and sailing before the wind quickly reached 
the leeward side of the island, where, under the re- 
viving influence of calmer water, we determined to 
revisit the Gannets, this time, however, by land. 
Disembarking at the fishing village, which is 
situated on the west side of Bonaventure, we were 
soon in the spruce and balsam forests, which occupy 
all but the borders of the island, here about a mile 
and a half in width. The change from the turmoil 
