A LABRADOR SPRING 
present eastern coast must have been formed, 
with its numerous outlying islands, its deep 
fiords or ‘‘ tickles,’ and its land-locked har- 
bours. 
Beyond Seven Islands stretches a long beach, 
and, cutting through high sand and gravel 
banks, the dark brown waters of the Moisie 
River pour into the Gulf. Here the steamer 
anchored two miles or more from the shore, 
and we had a chance to study the little village 
of a dozen red-roofed houses and a church 
with our glasses during the slow process of 
landing salmon casks on the beach. Moisie is 
a great salmon station and the owners of the 
mail steamer, the Holliday Brothers, catch in 
nets great quantities of this fish every spring. 
Again the beach stretched eastward, backed 
by an elevated gravel plain, mostly spruce cov- 
ered and edged with a pure white bank of snow. 
The sea was like glass, and we were treated to 
some near views of three whales. Two crossed 
our bow and spouted close at hand, displaying 
light gray backs; another swam lazily along 
on our starboard side, showing a broad upper 
jaw and long narrow dorsal fin. Off the Sag- 
uenay we had seen numbers of white whales, 
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