TO ESQUIMAUX POINT 
hardy heath family, dwarf cornels and bake- 
apple flowers were everywhere in profusion. 
To match these brilliant colours, a Wilson’s 
warbler in dress of lemon yellow with a shining 
black cap sang from an alder thicket in the 
shelter of some rocks, while a full plumaged 
purple finch called my attention to himself 
by a rapturous flight song, which he repeated 
again and again as he fluttered upward, and 
made me believe I had never heard a purple 
finch sing so sweetly before. 
While the view to the north was barred by a 
succession of rounded mountain tops, stretching 
up gradually towards the interior of the Labra- 
dor peninsula which, according to Low, varies 
from 1,600 to 1,800 feet in height, the view to 
the south showed the great coastal plain with 
its bogs and lakes and forests, its sandy shores 
and winding rivers, its fringe of limestone 
islands, forested and still bearing here and there 
patches of pure white snow, the sparkling blue 
sea, and in the distance the blue outline of 
Anticosti. When this coast was submerged in 
the distant past so that the sea washed the bases 
of this granite barrier and entered into the 
deep valleys, a shore line similar to that of the 
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