AUDUBON'S LABRADOR TRIP 



well provided as to clothes, and strange figures, 

 indeed, do we cut in our dresses, I promise you: 

 fishermen's boots, the soles of which are all 

 nailed to enable us to keep our footing on the 

 sea-weeds, trousers of fearnought so coarse that 

 our legs look like bears' legs, oiled jackets and 

 over-trousers for rainy weather, and round, 

 white, wool hats with a piece of oil cloth dangling 

 on our shoulders to prevent the rain from run- 

 ning down our necks. A coarse bag is strapped 

 on the back to carry provisions on inland jour- 

 neys, with our guns and hunting-knives; you can 

 form an idea of us from this." 



At last they were off on June 6, 1833, amid the 

 cheers of the whole "male population" of East- 

 port, and the booming of cannon from the bat- 

 teries on shore and a revenue cutter in the har- 

 bor. Three days later they were "all shockingly 

 sea-sick, crossing that worst of all dreadful bays, 

 the Bay of Fundy." They came to anchor amid 

 a fleet of fishermen in the harbor of Canso, and 

 had a brief run ashore, and later touched at Jes- 

 tico Island off the western coast of Cape Breton. 

 On July 13 they landed at the Magdalen Islands 

 and with the thermometer at 44° "we blew our 

 fingers and drank our coffee, feeling as if in the 



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