TO ESQUIMAUX POINT 
an interesting sail down the mighty St. Law- 
rence from Quebec, we could see in the clear 
morning air the precipitous mountains of 
Gaspé, sixty miles to the south, in places white 
with snow and brilliantly illuminated by the 
morning sun, but dark in the shadows of the 
deep ravines. The whole southern coast of 
Labrador is notable for its rivers which empty 
their floods, swelled in the spring by the melting 
snows, into the Gulf of St. Lawrence. The 
first of these is the St. Marguerite River, which, 
like nearly all these rivers, cuts through sand 
bluffs and is partly blocked by a bar extending 
part way across the mouth from the east. The 
town of about a dozen houses is perched on 
the western bank with a setting of dark spruce 
forest. 
The bay of Seven Islands is of great beauty 
and forms a nearly circular basin some four 
miles in diameter, and almost completely land- 
locked. Seven mountainous islands, of which 
the highest is Great Boule, block the entrance, 
rising abruptly from the water to a height of 
soo to 7oo feet, granitic, rounded, glacier- 
smoothed, yet well forested in places with dark 
spruces. The birch trees, bare and leafless 
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