A LABRADOR SPRING 
environment, for no two of these trees were 
exposed to exactly the same conditions of 
sunlight, wind, depth of snow, soil, amount of 
water, etc. 
A larch that grew on the wind swept islands 
of Quatachoo, that was twenty inches tall 
and forty-five in extent, with a trunk one and 
one-half inches in diameter, had taken twenty 
years to grow. Another larch exposed to the 
winds of Esquimaux Island for one hundred and 
ten years had attained a height of three feet, 
a spread of eleven feet and trunk some two 
inches in diameter; and after all these years 
of struggle it was cut down by a traveller, but 
I trust its memory will long remain green. 
The only other larch I measured was a giant 
in a sheltered valley of an island of Quatachoo, 
arid I scaled a steep rocky cliff by the shore 
and waded through a snow bank to my waist 
on the 29th of May to take his photograph. 
A robin and a white-throat sang in this shel- 
tered valley while the surf thundered on the 
outer shore, and scuds of sea-fog drove over 
head, and in the stunted spruces close to the 
snow bank on the upper slopes a white-crowned 
sparrow, the aristocrat of his tribe, sang his 
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