128 Rhodora [JULY 
meer for a short time at the comfortable and to us quite luxu- 
“Log Cabin” at Stephenville Crossing at the head of Bay St. 
aa Kidder after the Labrador trip had returned to Boston for 
a happy errand —his marriage, and we naturally missed his hearty 
comradeship and the jingle in his riick-sack of arrow- and spear-heads 
as they clicked against the bones of ancient Esquimaux, Montagnais, 
or Beothuks 
The “Log Cabin” at Stephenville Crossing, more elegantly known 
as St. George’s Hotel, is situated at the edge of extensive sand dunes 
where were Ammophila arenaria, Carex silicea and C. hormathodes, 
var. invisa, just as if we were on the coast of Cape Cod or Long Island. 
This region had been so thoroughly worked over by Messrs. Eames 
and Godfrey that there was little of novelty for us, but we were 
specially interested to find upon the sands or clays and the bogs just 
the plants which had been seen on the similar Carboniferous area of 
central Newfoundland, and a few others which were now beginning 
to mature: Lycopodium inundatum, L. complanatum, var. flabelliforme, 
Spartina glabra, var. alterniflora, Scirpus subterminalis, Habenaria 
blephariglottis, Calopogon pulchellus, Hypericum virginicum, Cicuta 
bulbifera, Gaylussacia dumosa, var. Bigeloviana Fernald,! and G. 
baccata, which are all typical species of our sterile New England 
coast. Around some of the sand-bottomed pools were dense carpets 
of Juncus pelocarpus, identical with the plant of our sandy shores, 
and, contrasting with it, the creeping or floating J. subtilis. All 
summer we had been forced by the abundance of the attractive but 
taxonomically most perplexing Eye Brights to collect many different 
lots of Euphrasia. But here were two or three which we had nowhere 
seen before, so that much of our time was taken in collecting and 
studying them. 
Then on Monday, August 8, we drove out the north shore of Bay 
St. George to the village of Port 4 Port. Here the Carboniferous 
sandstones gave way to Silurian limestones and the locality which 
first attracted our attention and took practically all the time we had 
was the southwestern edge of Table Mountain (in Newfoundland 
almost every community on the west coast has its own “Table Moun- 
tain’’), a white limestone tableland rising only about 1000 feet (300 
meters) above Port 4 Port Bay. When we reached the crest we were 
1 Reopora, xiii. 99 (1911). 
