Cape North 
crossed a gully in the land, a deep cut, along 
the bottom of which flowed a tiny brook, at 
one time no doubt quite a masterful torrent ; 
but its days of rampage were over, — it had 
waxed old, thin, and feeble, and the deep hole 
it had cut now formed the cosey hiding-place 
for two or three blacked-roofed fish-houses and 
a few fishing-boats. So deep was this gully 
that the buildings were entirely hidden until 
we stood fairly over their heads and looked 
down upon them. 
Mr. and Mrs. Donald McDonald and their 
sons and daughters live in their tiny home near 
the bluff overlooking the northern sea and 
overshadowed by the great rock that rises a 
thousand feet from the water, and is twin to the 
bluff that is the veritable Cape North, and 
which stands to the eastward of this. 
It is certainly a mortifying statement to have 
to make, but we are not sure that we really saw 
Cape North, after all. There was an impene- 
trable haziness about the people's ideas as to 
just exactly which bluff it was that distressed 
us and confused our understanding. It is 
probable, however, that, having gone to Bay 
St. Lawrence to see Cape North, we did not see 
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