A LABRADOR SPRING 
across from the east, behind which are shel- 
tered the fishing boats. Back of the little vil- 
lage with its faded pink church was a great 
cross on the bleak hillside, and in the distance, 
about a dozen miles from the sea, Mount 
St. John, looking as if it had split open and 
fallen apart, stood up blue and snow flecked. 
Again more beach and Long Point was 
reached, a flat sandy place, a not inconsiderable 
village abounding in fishing boats, but destitute 
of a harbour. Some of the houses were of logs, 
others clapboarded and neatly painted pea- 
green, yellow or slate with red roofs. There 
were two churches, a large new one evidently 
to replace the old one. Behind stretched the 
eternal forest of pointed firs and spruces, and 
the grim barrier of rock, blue, gray and white, 
brought up the rear. Men pushed out through 
the surf to meet the steamer, while boys and 
mongrel dogs waited on the beach. About 
six miles off Long Point on one of the Perro- 
quet islands is a lighthouse. 
The Perroquets were formerly the nesting- 
places of countless puffins, razor-billed auks 
and gannets. Now these birds are all gone ex- 
cept a few pairs of puffins and possibly a razor- 
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