Down North and Up Along 
able for building purposes, so much the worse 
for the family. The little meandering paths 
from house to spring are very pretty in the 
summer-time, and one is willing not to know 
them in the winter. 
There must be people somewhere near Sandy 
McDonald's, for we saw little children on the 
bank above us as we walked among the remains 
of fish that afternoon of our arrival. The little 
creatures seemed to belong to some untamed 
branch of humanity, they were so wild in looks 
and behaviour, fleeing like wind-blown elves if 
we so much as looked in their direction. They 
finally flung themselves down on the top of the 
bank and peered down at us, only their heads 
visible, while they would occasionally spring 
up like a row of jumping-jacks, tossing their 
arms and gesticulating wildly. It was a strange 
place as the sunset glow warmed the sky and 
the great northern sea darkened, with the 
weather-worn fish-huts, the great flakes, the 
strong odour of drying fish about us, and 
above us the grim bank with the forms of the 
strangely behaving children outlined against 
the red sky. 
The McDonald bread is not sour, and pretty 
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