Cape North 
creased by the height of the plain above the 
shoreless sea that spreads before mountains and 
meadows. 
The great bluff at McDougal's Cove rises 
from the sea in a solid wall around which one 
must pass in a boat to the outer bluff which is 
indeed Cape North. There is a path over the 
back of the mountain, however, a rough path 
to climb, through coniferous trees where on 
the sheltered side they flourish, and over bare 
stones where the trees fail. 
Katie McDonald, blooming daughter of our 
new-made friends, was to go over the mountain 
the very afternoon of our arrival. For on the 
other side, accessible only by boat and this 
rude mountain path, is a cove where has been 
built a lobster factory. The factory is owned 
by the son of a certain Rory McLeod, krhown 
to fame as Big Rory because of his uncommon 
height. Money Point is over there by the 
lobster factory ; and it is Money Point because 
once — a long time ago — a specie ship was 
wrecked, and the coin fell into the water, where 
for many a year it was fished out or thrown up 
by storms and came into the hands of eager 
seekers. 
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