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RECREATION 



place is shown in the absence of snakes, 

 turtles, tortoises, toads and frogs. 



The next stage — after reaching Lewis- 

 port — in our journey was a remarkable 

 water trip (Fig. 17) through the archi- 

 pelago of islands and the puzzling maze 

 of lanes and channels in Notre Dame Bay, 

 on the mail steamer Clyde, ending with a 

 visit to the famous copper mines of Tilt 

 Cove, worked since 1864 by an English 

 company. On this delightful excursion 

 (Fig. 18) we encountered our first icebergs, 

 and true to our original intentions visited 

 the whaling stations of Snook's Arm. The 

 impressions (Fig. 19) of this delightful 

 episode are too numerous and, in a way, 

 too bewildering to be very correctly sum- 

 marized in this short sketch. At any rate, 

 the fisherman, his hardships, dangers, 

 toils and rewards, as depicted by Norman 

 Duncan, are well understood after a return 

 from this inspection of his home and oc- 

 cupations. 



Tilt Cove (Fig. 20) itself affords a pic- 

 ture unique and curious. It is a sequestered, 

 concentrated, emphatic centre of mining 

 activity on the brink of the sea, with fish 

 odors and fishermen and fishing interests 

 incongruously mingled with its industrial 



intentions. The place is bare of ornament, 

 bare of trees, bold, rocky, almost menacing 

 with its painted crags, and unprepossessing. 

 The settlement, thickly clustered around a 

 central depression and pond, seems orderly 

 and well-placed, though the houses are 

 poor and crowded. 



The shores of Notre Dame Bay have 

 been deeply incised. (Fig. 21.) There is 

 plenty of evidence of submergence also. 

 Picturesque effects of weathering, in caves, 

 profoundly cut gashes and recesses, are 

 universal; but the topographical features 

 may be considered as determined by pre- 

 glacial agencies. 



We came south to St. John's whence, 

 after an interesting trip to Conception Bay, 

 and an inspection of Cambrian slates, and 

 the sea wall and quartz cliff at Topsails, we 

 returned to New York. This is a meagre 

 summary of a much restricted visit to New- 

 foundland in the summer of 1905. It ad- 

 mits, in many directions, of amplification, 

 amongst which a discussion of the political 

 and commercial relations of the United 

 States and Newfoundland is not the least 

 important. 



I am indebted to Mr. Allanson T. Briggs 

 for the illustration of this article. 



TWILIGHT THOUGHT 



BY MARGUERITE BIGELOW 



Wet earth, and mist-clad trees, 

 The pure, cool, cloudy night; 



Gold crow r ned eastern hills, 

 The morning of delight. 



Strong sun on arid plains, 

 The burning breath of noon; 



Dim, shadowy, twilight hours, 

 All murmur, "Gone, too soon!" 



Dim, shadowy, twilight hours 

 . Bring forth a better day, 

 When earth and sea, and sky 

 Are faded, all away! 



