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whole place was as neat as a laboratory. The 

 unselected livers are thrown into great hogs- 

 heads outside, where they are allowed to rot, 

 and the oil which gathers on the surface is 

 used for various purposes other than medicinal. 

 This process is not so attractive. 



There is a fishing-room owned by a Jersey 

 firm a short distance to the westward, on the 

 other side of the little river which divides New- 

 foundland Labrador from Canadian Labrador. 

 This is presided over by a Jerseyman, IVfr. Mor- 

 rell. He has charge also of the telegraph-office, 

 but what he enj oys most, I suspect, is his garden, 

 which he tends with a true garden-lover's care. 

 I never saw such beautiful potato plants, green 

 and luxuriant, and his turnips and lettuces 

 were equally flourishing. The garden is pro- 

 tected by a high fence from destruction by dogs 

 and is enriched with decaying seaweed. Mr. 

 Morrell never tired of telling about its charms. 



I was impatient to explore this country 

 which I had looked at with longing eyes nine 

 years before from the deck of the steamship 

 Home, so I soon left the business of fish and 

 fishing and directed my steps inland with a 

 whole afternoon before me. 



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