AMERICAN HARBOR, OR NATASHQUAN. 



I gladly accepted their invitation to go with 

 them, and we three, with a great Dane dog, 

 their faithful companion and beast of burden, 

 were soon sailing and paddling up the river 

 in a canoe. While they tied up their heads 

 with great handkerchiefs to keep off the flies, 

 and triced up their gowns to enter the scrubby 

 forest to cut birch boughs, I took a bath at 

 their favorite bathing-place of smooth rocks. 

 On the way back we inspected a small potato- 

 field they had made with infinite care on the 

 other side of the river, as well as an area they 

 had fertilized and seeded to grass, which they 

 afterwards intended to cut for their cow. 



Their garden near the church was sur- 

 rounded by a neat fence of small spruce sticks, 

 and contained spinach, peas, cress, beets, tur- 

 nips, parsnips, dock, chives, rhubarb, and 

 potatoes, the last-named just peeping above 

 the ground, but favored in these regions by a 

 freedom from potato-beetles. Their henhouse 

 was planned and built by themselves with the 

 utmost neatness and care. They formerly 

 owned a horse, the first and last ever seen in 

 Natashquan. It was old when it came here 

 thirteen or fourteen years ago, and was care- 



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