A LABRADOR SPRING 
when we steamed east along the coast, were in 
full leaf on our return, and dotted the dark 
forest with light green spots. 
On the extreme left of the bay, as one faces 
north, under some hills which match the islands 
in height, was a clearing on the edge of the for- 
est, occupied by the motley buildings of a whale 
factory, a familiar sight to one who has been 
on the eastern Labrador coast or in Newfound- 
land. A little further in the bay was a wharf 
piled with bales of white wood-pulp, which had 
been brought by rail from Clark City lying 
concealed in the forest some nine miles inland. 
This ‘“city’’ is a model one in many ways, 
steam-heated and electric lighted, although its 
effect on the forest is not pleasant to contem- 
plate, yet I was told that proper forestry meth- 
ods were employed, so that the land was not 
left entirely destitute, and the continued 
growth of the forest was assured. From the 
wharf the bay sweeps around in a lovely even 
curve of white sand beach, backed by the eter- 
nal spruce forest, which stretches back to a 
mountain barrier. This bay is of interest to 
the ornithologist from the fact that thousands 
of brant rest and feed on the eel-grass there 
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