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CHAPTER XI 



BRADORE BAY AND PERROQUET ISLAND 



HE next day we sailed on the final lap of 



our course and passed out through a nar- 

 row passage between Esquimaux Island and the 

 shore. The captain called it a rigolet, but the 

 English-speaking inhabitants of this region 

 probably called it a tickle. In places we could 

 have touched the rocks with a salmon-rod, and 

 yet the water was almost too deep for anchor- 

 age. I landed on the side of a cliff and filled the 

 water- jugs from a brook that spouted down 

 over the rocks. 



A rounded peak of Esquimaux Island that had 

 been burned over several years ago presented a 

 striking and singular appearance. The irregu- 

 lar rock-surfaces standing out in their green 

 surroundings were gray in color bordered with 

 pink, while in the unburned areas this border 

 was lacking. The pink was the color of the 

 naked granitic rock deprived of its covering of 

 lichens and vines. It will be many years before 

 the lichens creep down over the burned places 



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