IN AUDUBON'S LABRADOR 



hills and woods." And the most impressive 

 of all nature's manifestations is the sunset. 



We cruised the next morning among islands 

 formerly crowded with sea-birds, but it was the 

 same story: the fishermen had cleaned them all 

 off. A few gulls and sea-pigeons alone eked 

 out a perilous existence. The coming of the 

 gasoline motor-boat, which has made travel 

 among the islands so easy in the last two years, 

 had put the finishing touch on these nurs- 

 eries of bird-life. We passed Tommy Le Salt 

 Shoals, now known as Grenfell Shoals, for Dr. 

 Grenfell was the last to run on them, in the 

 Strathcona. Leaving Duke's Island on our 

 port, we sailed across the entrance to Cum- 

 berland Harbor, passed the great rocky point 

 of Cumberland Head, rising sheer from the 

 water, and entered Shecatica Bay. Near the 

 entrance on the left, nearly concealed behind 

 the rocks, was a fisherman's house, and the 

 flag of the fishing-firm of Job Brothers and 

 Company, Limited, — a white square on a blue 

 ground, — was flying close by. Shecatica Bay 

 is a splendid broad bay embosomed in rocky 

 hills, with a great open basin to the west and 

 many islands on the eastern side. The only 

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