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the fleecy aspect of the waves and their choppy 

 character. I dare say some sea-captain pre- 

 sented another with a leg of mutton here, and 

 the bay was named for this important and 

 savory happening. 



Under a protecting cliff, over which tum- 

 bled a waterfall that, like the Staubbach in 

 the valley of Lauterbrunnen, was blown into 

 dust and spray, lay the little village of Mutton 

 Bay. There are about twenty families here, 

 all, with one or two exceptions, Protestants 

 from Newfoundland. The houses are of all col- 

 ors, — yellow, pink, lilac, brown, and red, — and 

 there is a Church of England chapel. Huard 

 says the inhabitants desire to make the place 

 the capital of southern Labrador, and that the 

 village, compared with the other villages of the 

 coast, "est d'apparence vraiment coquette." 



I was soon ashore and at the telegraph- 

 office, where I found my old friend M. Charles 

 Vignot, of Natashquan. His little grcindchild 

 sat on my knee and sang very correctly, and 

 with a charming French accent, "Old Black 

 Joe." It served to dissipate the gloom caused 

 by the bad war news that ticked over the tele- 

 graph. Near the top of the rocky pass close 



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