Partridge Island 
dark at midday, and we felt that lost spirits 
might be wandering there in the twilight. 
Beyond it the living trees were scarcely less 
mossy ; and we were met by a small red 
squirrel that said not a word but stared at us 
in a silent and un-squirrel-like manner, and 
fled wildly into the depths of the forest, as 
though death were at his heels. 
The squirrels here were a strange breed : 
whether the spell of the dead forest was over 
them I cannot say, but they were a speechless 
race, peering out from behind a tree-trunk and 
then dashing away without challenge or word 
of welcome. Perhaps they were Glooscap's 
squirrels, and held us responsible for driving 
him away. 
As we went on, the trees grew larger and 
more apart, and finally we had the surprise and 
delight of coming suddenly to the edge of the 
cHff that stands upon the bay side. It took 
steady nerves to stand on the brink and look 
down the stern wall of rock to the tides below. 
The cliff was broken and terraced on one side, 
and the incoming tide was impatiently raging 
against its hard front. It was an awesome 
sight, and we there got nearest to the tides 
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