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RECREATION. 



coast has for ages been stripped of tim- 

 ber save some hoary, gnarled and tempest- 

 maimed sentinel of pine or spruce that 

 only indifference permits to stand, and ex- 

 cepting the scrawnik, that denizen of the 

 storm-swept headland that cumbers the 

 ground. 



In spring and summer the fish erf oik 

 seek the cod and the salmon, to make the 

 most of a fickle and ephemeral harvest, all 

 the briefer since who can reap with surety 

 where none hath tilled or sown! Wel- 

 come to the meal that delights the giver 

 for the sumptuousness, if it be sweetened 

 tea and biscuit, for the fish must go to 

 the storekeeper to pay last year's debts 

 and secure the winter's food. But, oh, 

 when the net is swept away, what awaits 

 to soothe despair if it be by storm or 

 ship! And, oh, sadder yet, too deep for 

 woe, when the skiff goes to wreck. 



" Well is it with the salmon, ranger of her rivers ; 



Well is it with the mackerel shoaling in each bay; 

 Dear is all the land to the lonely snipe and curlew ; 



Ay, but for its manfolk — a bitter lot have they. 



" These about the ways, God's air is free and spacious ; 



Warm are the chimney corners there, warm the kindly 

 heart ; 

 There the soul of man takes root and through its travail 



Grips the rocky anchorage till the life strings part." 



It is but a year or two ago that a new 

 guide book said, "The tourist who wishes 

 to visit the Northeast coast of Newfound- 

 land will need allow himself a clean 

 month," and yet it has become as "a yarn 

 of ancient weft" when the hunter goes on 

 the trail of the Intercolonial to find the 

 single shot that makes "good hunting." 



No tent is necessary, no lean-to or rude 

 shack need be built, for the "Log Cabin," 

 a handsome modern shooting and fishing 

 lodge, with every convenience for com- 

 fort, lies in the Heart of Paradise. 



HAVE JUST FED MY BABIES. 



Winner of 35th prize in Recreation's 4th Annual Photo Competition. 



