FIG. 80. FRANK VILLAGE, ST. GEORGE'S BAY 



GLIMPSES OF NEWFOUNDLAND 



The Story of a Trip Through the Country 

 of the Bluenoses 



BY L. P. NATAGAP 



T WAS a very sincere 

 compliment to the ur- 

 gency of the climate in 

 Newfoundland that led 

 the cynical observers to 

 emphasize the color of 

 the noses of its inhab- 

 itants. And yet it was 

 a comment prompted 

 more by imitation than 

 by a due regard to ex- 

 isting conditions. New- 

 foundland is certainly 

 cold, and its coldness in 

 winter reaches to the bottom of the mercury 

 tube, and too frequently sets its irrevers- 

 ible and closing seal upon the doors of 

 life. But so vigorously and triumphantly 

 rebellious against all suppression is the 

 blood of a Newfoundlander that it seems 



to gather, by the very violence of its own 

 mutiny against extinction, directly in the 

 end of the Newfoundland nose, and to 

 paint it with the blazing carmine of its 

 winter sunsets. No one would be accred- 

 ited with much truthfulness or much ob- 

 servation if, on a raw day in winter in the 

 streets of St. John's, he described the noses 

 of its inhabitants as blue, and it makes 

 little difference to the unprejudiced chron- 

 icler of facts whether the reversal or sup- 

 pression of that color was due to health or 

 strong drink. 



To most of us who know only of New- 

 foundland in summer, when the fresh 

 winds, the short, cool nights, the days of 

 renewal, the elixir of its winnowing west 

 breezes, the fragrance of its meadows, the 

 wildness, the forlorn and yet fascinating 

 monotony of its moors, the deep shadowy 





