BLANC SABLON 



no matter how unskillful, was greeted uproar- 

 iously, so to speak, by the trout, who vied 

 with each other for the distinction of hooking 

 themselves. They seemed to like to jump from 

 the water and seize the flies from above. In a 

 short time I caught thirty trout, mostly half- 

 or three-quarter-pounders, more than enough 

 for all of us to eat. They were not wasted, 

 however, and we took the remainder home for 

 breakfast. Tea and trout, pie and "pork cake, '7 

 made a good supper, and were much enjoyed 

 after our fishing day. It is true that it rained 

 a little, and the black flies were so thick that 

 a smudge was necessary. I had hardly no- 

 ticed them in the excitement of fishing. Mr. 

 Grant was the only one of the household miss- 

 ing on this picnic, but from our elevated posi- 

 tion on the terraces we had seen him start out 

 twice from the house, and each time unex- 

 pectedly return. He told us afterwards that 

 the flies were too thick for him. 



Sunday was a day of rest, rain, and fog 

 with no chance of the arrival of the Meigle, 



' I have since learned that the "pork cake" of Labrador, 

 made without eggs, milk, or butter, is the now well-known 

 "war cake." 



