XIX 
CAPE NORTH 
BAY ST. LAWRENCE is different 
from all the rest. It is the Ultima 
Thule, the end of everything, the 
place where the land comes to a sud- 
den stop as though saying to the sea, " You have 
conquered, I can push against you no farther ; 
but see what a battlement I have reared to 
defy you and keep you back from my rocky 
vitals." 
When one gets to Bay St. Lawrence he can 
no longer pursue his devious, half-fearful, but 
wholly fascinating course " down north," for 
as he stands on the high bluff and looks over 
the pitiless northern sea, he knows that at last 
he is " down north," that the half-dreaded 
mountains and swamps have been passed, that 
for days and days he has been a tramp, a gypsy, 
eating by the roadside and drinking from way- 
side streams, begging hospitality — to be well 
paid for — from the people along the road and 
revelling as he always dreamed of, but never 
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