IN AUDUBON'S LABRADOR 



Leaving the Rigolet, which seemed to close 

 in behind us and be lost in the labyrinth of 

 islands, we turned northwest by Grosse lie 

 and perceived in the distance beyond us the 

 buildings of the Hudson's Bay Company's 

 post at St. Augustine — buildings as white and 

 trig as are all the outlying posts of this great 

 company. We entered a big landlocked basin 

 over five miles in diameter, an inland lake 

 with rocky, semi-mountainous shores and no 

 sign of an outlet. The story goes that a yacht- 

 master, who was piloted through the Rigo- 

 let to Bradore Bay, declined a pilot for the 

 return, as he had taken numerous notes of 

 directions and bearings, and he prided himself 

 on. his good memory for places. After trying 

 for several days to find the eastern end of 

 the Rigolet, entering innumerable blind pas- 

 sages and scraping various reefs, he gave it up 

 and put to sea. 



We dropped anchor that afternoon a few 

 miles below the post in one of the captain's 

 many favorite harbors where the boat was as 

 quiet as if she had been on shore. A salmon- 

 fisherman and his wife and child and a crew 

 of Eskimo dogs lived at the head of the har- 

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