Down North and Up Along 
across his back. This he would do time and 
again, resisting the combined efforts of the two 
of us to get him in straight until he considered 
us sufficiently punished, when he would turn 
around of his own accord. 
Wherever we were, the same forms went 
flitting ahead of us, the same uncertain colour 
and quick motion, only the white feathers on 
the sides of their outspread tails betraying the 
juncos and their sociable tsip, tsip, tsip^ telling 
us we were not alone in the wilderness. 
The approach to Sandy McDonald's is over 
undulating fields ; it is not on the highway, no 
house in Cape Breton is, and it is not in view 
from the highway. One goes there on faith. 
The track worn through the fields meanders 
along toward the sea, and one meanders along 
over it, with no sign of what one is seeking 
until upon climbing a hill the house is suddenly 
in view, standing on the very edge of the sea 
bluflF and flanked by a small barn and the 
roofs of a group of buildings that scarcely rise 
above the bank. 
The house stands alone on that wild coast 
with the restless northern sea reaching out to 
the " Grand Banks," and the nearer waters 
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