BLANC SABLON 



. . . With the good earth beneath his feet and 

 the light of heaven above, the ceaseless puls- 

 ing of the sea and the ancient rocks to tell 

 their story, he found himself elated. In truth 

 he was never lonely in company with his great 

 friend and goddess, Nature." 



Near the summit of the pass I came upon 

 several redpolls, whose varied call-notes re- 

 semble closely those of both species of cross- 

 bills and those of the goldfinch. Their song is 

 a series of high trills, and the birds were flying 

 in irregular circles as they sang. 



The little village of Acadian fishermen at 

 Long Point is clustered about the low, rocky 

 eminence on which stands the mission church 

 of Notre Dame de Lourdes. This is presided 

 over by Pfere Hesry. To him I paid my re- 

 spects and with him I had interesting con- 

 verse. His is the most eastern mission of the 

 Eudist Brothers on this coast. He enjoys his 

 life here among the fishermen, particularly his 

 winter travel by komatic, but he is looking for- 

 ward to seeing again the dear home country, 

 to which he believes that all the banished re- 

 ligious orders will be welcome on the spiritual 

 awakening after the war. He showed me with 

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