TO THE STAETING-POINT 



wife, four children, assistants, servants, and 

 baggage, made up a picturesque company as 

 they went ashore in a large ship's boat under 

 sail. 



We were soon back on the C6te Nord and 

 dropped anchor from time to time off familiar 

 places,^ to be met by fishing-boats for the ex- 

 change of passengers and commodities. Splen- 

 did twenty-pound salmon were to be bought 

 for fifty cents. Our conversation was of the 

 coast and its interests and life. We rarely re- 

 ferred to the war — it seemed to be only a 

 memory and a bad dream, a thing of the past 

 or of some other world from which we had 

 severed our connection, as indeed we had. It 

 was a refreshing relief. Mount St. John stood 

 up dark blue and sharply cut in its long and 

 irregular outline against a cloudless sky as we 

 anchored that evening off the mouth of the 

 St. John River. Near at hand lay the Wacouta, 

 James J. Hill's white steam yacht, awaiting 

 her owner at the salmon club. 



We arrived at Esquimaux Point late on the 

 evening of June 27, and found our pilot of 



• See A Labrador Spring for description of this part of the 

 coast. , 



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