Down North and Up Along 
scurrying about in the same panic-stricken 
haste that gave us such bootless chase on 
Beaman's Mountain, and watch the changing 
light on the mountains or on the blue bay. 
Over the bay, among the little islands, boats 
with brown sails were gliding about, for the 
people here dye, or, as they say, tan, their sails 
to make them last longer, and these brown- 
sailed boats add much to the charm of the 
picture. 
Aspy Bay, like the Bay of St. Anne, is almost 
shut up by a long cobblestone bar ; and a reef 
of cobblestones at our le'ft, as we sat facing the 
sea, was thickly grown with the Mertensia Mari- 
tima, now in full bloom. It was a comfort to 
see this and know that we had not really been 
guilty of pulling up the very last one in "Cape 
North " when we so shamefully exterminated 
the pretty thing on Englishtown's pebbly bar. 
How long the Mertensia Maritima will be 
left to adorn the cobblestone bar of Aspy Bay 
is a question, for the Newfoundland steamer 
calls here, and it is easy to step aboard at Halifax 
and come straight to this beautiful and health- 
ful spot, sure of a safe landing and a courteous 
reception away down north. And some day 
