IN AUDUBON'S LABRADOR 



As we approached the island and passed 

 Cross Harbor at the western end, where a 

 schooner was sheltered behind the rocks, we 

 did not wonder that Audubon's pilot was in 

 doubt as to the opening of the "bowl," as he 

 called it, or Hare Harbor, into which the 

 Ripley finally blundered, for it was nowhere to 

 be seen. The shore was bold and rocky with 

 here and there a cove and pebbly beach. 

 These beaches extend back into the land with 

 or without intermissions of vegetation, — 

 green bands in the gray, — far up above the 

 reach of any ordinary, or extraordinary, storm. 

 These, of course, were examples of raised 

 beaches, of which there are so many in Labra- 

 dor, attesting the movement of the land in 

 elevation. To Audubon they were a mystery ; 

 he writes: "On rambling about the shores of 

 the numerous bays and inlets of this coast, 

 you cannot but observe immense beds of 

 round stones of all sizes, some of very large 

 dimensions rolled side by side and piled one 

 upon another many deep, cast there by some 

 great force of nature. I have seen many such 

 places and never without astonishment and 

 awe. If those great boulders are brought from 

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