A LABRADOR SPRING 
sweetheart would prefer this song to the harsh 
qe-Lét. 
A first cousin of the bake-apple, the arctic 
raspberry, must have blossomed about this 
same time, but I did not find it until June 17th, 
when I came across great masses of the pinkish- 
purple bloom in a marsh near the Mingan River. 
Like the bake-apple, this modest raspberry 
displays but two or three leaves besides its 
blossoms, and is rarely more than two or three 
inches high. 
To return to the subject of snow and ice, I 
would mention a snowbank in a lovely wooded 
ravine near Esquimaux Point that I photo- 
graphed with its leafless surroundings on June 
4th. The region was almost birdless also, 
for although I listened for an hour at this place 
the only bird voice I heard was the hymn of the 
hermit thrush — but that one song was well 
worth a full chorus of bird songs. After this, 
hermit thrushes became common, but on this 
day the song was heard for the first time in this 
Labrador spring. On my walk to and from 
the snowbank I found pipits, fox and white- 
throated sparrows, juncos and snow buntings, 
a few black-poll warblers, ruby-crowned king- 
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