A LABRADOR SPRING 
trappers visit him who have never before met 
with such a piece of civilization as a billiard 
table, he has innocently amused himself by 
showing them grotesque ways of playing, using 
the butt end of the cue or pushing it with both 
hands as gravely as if it were the approved 
method, but, however he plays, he is easily a 
match for half a dozen of them. 
I am sure we shall never forget him nor the 
dinner at his house. After several days’ cruising 
in ‘‘ La Belle Marguerite ’’ we landed at his little 
bay, and paid our respects to him. Our cre- 
dentials as scientific bird students obtained 
from the department of Colonization, Mines 
and Fisheries of Quebec served here as else- 
where to introduce us, and we were soon deep 
in a laboured conversation on the subject of 
the birds of Labrador. Laboured the con- 
versation certainly was on our parts, for, as 
our host spoke only French, we were obliged 
to resort at times to our guide, companion and 
friend —a pocket conversational dictionary. 
As we beheld ourselves for the first time for 
many days in the mirror of the dressing-room 
where our host left us to prepare for dinner, our 
hearts failed us, and I left my friend con- 
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