SOME LABRADOR RIVERS 
hot in the frying-pan, a kindly provision of 
circumstances which forcibly, and at times 
painfully, checks too much haste, we were able 
to eat our cake as well as to keep it, for we 
partook of a Labrador spruce partridge whose 
skin we preserved as a specimen, and topped 
off — oh! ye gods — with what we were pleased 
to call chocolate ice creaam—a mixture of 
scraped sweet chocolate and snow. 
As we returned over the tundra a sudden cold 
wind swept down on us from the north bearing 
with it a few drops of rain. Four geese flew 
low against the blast, and, setting their wings, 
alighted on the margin of a lakelet, where they 
kept up a continuous conversational honking. 
Two great black-backed gulls soared over head, 
and the roar of the river was intensified in the 
gusts. Gaining the first forested ridge, we 
looked back to the mocking mountains which 
appeared nearer than ever, as the north wind 
had cleared the atmosphere. As we approached 
our little village at the end of the day, we were 
so fortunate as to see a pair of marsh hawks, 
sailing over a bog, a bird that was recorded by 
Audubon from Labrador and by only one other 
observer, for Stearns obtained a specimen there 
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