■ AS FAR AS HARRINGTON 



The Sea Star did well in the light airs and 

 head sea, and I had a chance to think over the 

 crowded events of the day before. At noon 

 we were five or six miles au large and the 

 captain was taking soundings near some 

 unmarked shoals. St. Mary's Island with its 

 lighthouse and bird-colonies was outside us 

 and unattainable. At a protected harbor in 

 one of the Galibois Islands we saw the first 

 men we had seen since leaving Old Romaine. 

 Picturesque fellows they were, in oilskins and 

 large sou'westers — one wore a carmine tam- 

 o'-shanter. They were visiting their cod-traps 

 in stanch boats. Birds were scarce in this 

 region, for fishermen, alas, do not live wholly 

 by fish. Yankee Harbor, on the other side of 

 these islands, is also a favorite harbor for fish- 

 ermen. 



We were fortunate in reaching the little 

 protected harbor of Seal-Net Point or Pointe 

 au Maurier that night. Here, in a house 

 painted yellow with a brown roof, lived Joe 

 Galibois, a gray-bearded old man whose 

 father doubtless was living there in Audu- 

 bon's day, for his is one of the oldest families 

 on the coast. Joe had lived here for fifty-seven 

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