Down North and Up Along 
The "wood for firing" in this bleak camp 
is brought from the mountains on sledges 
drawn by dogs. 
It was a lowering day, with clouds settling 
and a cold wind blowing, when we visited Neils 
Harbour, and no doubt this is its characteristic 
and predominating aspect. 
The coast is frightful to look upon, with its 
breastwork of sea-worn rock. We had not 
known how cruel a rock-bound coast could be 
until we saw those sinister and threatening 
forms. A vessel forced near shore by stress 
of weather would be broken like a toy. Al- 
most within hand-reach of the land men's lives 
have been dashed out and no aid possible. 
On this wild and sullen coast, on a great 
rock looking over the leaden sea to the north, 
we suddenly came upon Mr. Gibbons's little 
brown church standing there, an invitation and 
a promise. Following the track that went past 
the church, the road came down so close to 
the frightful rocks that we were almost upon 
them. 
Beyond Neils Harbour there is an almost 
impassable road to New Haven farther along 
the coast. We did not attempt to go there, as 
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