108 A Corner of Brittany. 
this wonderfully vigorous growth of the ages. This tree, situated 
not far from the main road in an enclosure in which it is sheltered 
by a high wall, yearly bears its fruit in a latitude which in America 
is half the year buried in the snows of Labrador. The mild cli- 
mate which Roscoff owes to the Gulf Stream, gives to this land an 
exceptional flora, and the intelligent cultivation of the soil has 
transfomed the country into a great garden for the raising of all 
kinds of vegetables. The potatoes, onions, beans, cauliflowers of 
Finisterre are well known in England, and many an English vessel 
is engaged in the transportation of them across the channel. The 
inhabitants cultivate one of the most storm-swept coasts of France, 
but the yearly products of their industries is inferior to no other in 
quality or in quantity. 
Roscoff is also a shipping port for the lobster and the Palinurus, 
many of which are found in the restaurants of distant Pans. A 
huge vivier where these animals are kept before shipment has been 
built near the entrance to the harbor. This vivier is supplied from 
the waters around the place and even from the distant coast of Spain 
Thousands of these animals are yearly sent to the great cities of 
France and England from this little town. 
The shrimps of Finisterre are well known far and wide and the 
" crevette " fisherwomen with their huge nets are often found in the 
pictures which artists have brought home to their Parisian studios, 
after their vacations in Brittany. When the tide is out these toilers of 
the sea take advantage of the small pools in which the shrimps are re- 
tained and fill their nets with this much-desired crustacean. The table 
of the hotels in Roscoff know also the periwinkles, a small gastro- 
pod which is universally eaten. The sea furnishes many a food fish 
which has not yet been adopted in other lands. 
As the days go by all too fast and the time of our tarry in Ros- 
coff is more and more reduced, we came to love its quaint old 
streets and church, its old houses and its antique walls more and 
more, but the summons back to Paris is imperative and we find our- 
selves back again at the station of the railroad to Morlaix. We bid 
adieu to the Maison Blanche, the Cafe de la Marine and the hospi- 
table walls of the Laboratoire. We say good-bye to the naturalists 
who still linger there to fipish their researches, with many a regret- 
In a few moments all are left behind, but we retain what can never 
be effaced from memory, a souvenir of the happiest two months 
of scientific study which we have ever past. May the splendid ma- 
