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of man. It is good for the soul to escape to a 

 wilderness like this, especially in these terrible 

 days of world carnage, and I rejoiced in the 

 mere fact that I was alive, and noted in my 

 journal, "This is the life!" Captain Hearn of 

 the Cascapedia was partly right, but an occa- 

 sional sojourn in a wilderness enables one also 

 to endure and be happy in the crowded city. 



Pipits wagged their tails and walked nerv- 

 ously over the ledges, homed larks rose into 

 the air to pour out their morning song of 

 thankfulness, auks and sea-pigeons popped 

 out of unexpected clefts in the rocks and 

 joined their companions at a safe distance on 

 the waves, — all this the botanist and I saw 

 as each on his special mission explored the 

 island. But we were no narrow specialists, and 

 on this occasion I happened on a botanical 

 specimen which surprised the botanist. It 

 was a pinguicula, a blue flower rising from a 

 tuft of leaves and looking superficially like a 

 violet. The leaves, narrow and pale green, curl 

 at the edges and secrete a sticky fluid which 

 attracts and catches minute insects. It is, in 

 fact, like the sundew, an insectivorous plant. 

 The botanist had found it abundant on the 

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