IN AUDUBON'S LABEADOR 



waves or dived beneath them, two or three 

 Wilson's petrels pattered over the surface, a 

 few kittiwakes soared overhead, three gannets 

 passed us, and puffins, at first few in numbers, 

 became abundant as we neared our destination. 

 There was a heavy sea with wisps of fog and 

 little wind, and we rolled unpleasantly and 

 made little progress off Perroquet Island. At 

 last, however, we managed to crawl in among 

 the low, flat rocky islands which guard the little 

 harbor of Bradore. Inside were a dozen New- 

 foundland fishing-schooners at anchor, a small 

 number compared with the fleet Aubudon 

 found here. He says: "Bras d'Or is the grand 

 rendezvous of almost all the fishermen that 

 resort to this coast for codfish. We found here 

 a flotilla of about one hundred and fifty sail, 

 principally fore-and-aft schooners, a few pick- 

 axes, etc., mostly from Halifax and the eastern 

 portions of the United States. There was a life 

 and stir about this harbor which surprised us 

 after so many weeks of wilderness and loneli- 

 ness — the boats moving to and fro, going after 

 fish, and returning loaded to the gunwales, 

 others with seines, others with capelings for 

 bait. A hundred or more were anchored out 



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