Down North and Up Along 
seaweeds and painted deep browns and greens 
by the ocean, while clusters of barnacles add 
their gray and white to the strange decorations. 
There is a strong salt smell in the air, that 
fragrance of seaweed that always brings loving 
memories of landing on distant shores. 
The " St. Rupert " did not seem so small a 
saint until we came under this giant sea-tapes- 
tried wharf and saw the people above leaning 
over and peering down into the depths where we 
wallowed in the sea. And we saw no method 
short of flight which could raise us to their 
level. 
I expected M., my artist friend, who is timid 
in the face of high places, to look worried over 
the situation ; but no, she was as serene as a 
May morning. The wharf was picturesque, 
hence so commonplace an emotion as fear was 
no luxury here, and she left the responsibility 
of landing to the English government while 
she enjoyed the novel scene to the utmost. 
High wharves have their own secrets, we 
were to learn, as the boat with much puffing 
and snorting and rope-pulling finally swung 
about and we discovered ourselves close to a 
landing within the pier. Beneath one side of 
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