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patch of evergreens down the center of the island. There were 27 Eider 
Ducks near the blind when I arrived, but they were too far away to get a 
good picture. The tide was roaring in, and the ducks kept edging higher 
up the rocks, still too far away. Two females came in close with several 
young, but the fog was coming in, too. Later we saw a raft of over 200 
eiders on the water, mostly female or immature, as we could identify only 
two males. Supper was at 6:00 p.m.; 1t was getting too late for cameras, 
and so we went back to the dormitory with the tide still too far out. 
The students were eating their evening meal when we got back; they in- 
vited us to help ourselves. We had hamburger, beans, Boston brown bread, 
canned peach halves, and tea. Ted and I bunked in the barn loft, Dr. 
Huntington having furnished us with folding cots and blankets. We needed 
the blankets, too, as it was cold. In the morning we found a large bed of 
the red sundew in a marshy area of the island. 
We arrived at Perce, Quebec, at the eastern tip of the Gaspe peninsula, 
on the night of July 4 and made an appointment with the captain of one of 
the sightseeing boats which make trips around Bonaventure island to ob- 
serve the gannets. The trips last about 1% hours and the cost is $1.50 per 
person. We were to be at the dock next morning at an early hour to permit 
him to take us to Bonaventure island before he started his daily schedule 
of round trips. He would land us at the wharf for $2.00 each, and return 
us at the same price. 
The next morning there were a few other passengers on the boat. On 
the way to Bonaventure island we spotted a Red-necked Loon and a murre 
on the water. To our left we could see the large granite rock in the Gulf 
of St. Lawrence with a large “eye” in it, large enough to permit a battle- 
ship to pass. This is the Pierced Rock, from which the town of Perce prob- 
ably got its name, 
It was an uphill grind when we landed at Bonaventure island. Ted had 
arranged an appointment with Mr. Paget, the warden of the island, and 
we wanted to find the way to his cottage. A boy came down the winding 
road toward us, and we asked him where Mr. Paget lived. He said: “The 
third house which is not boarded up.” There were perhaps 10 houses on 
the west side of the island; one was the postoffice, and most of the rest 
were “boarded up.” We kept going until we found Mr. Paget’s cottage. He 
told us that we could stay overnight if we did not finish our photographing 
in one day. We could hear and see a Yellow Warbler in some willows near 
his fenced-in yard. It appeared to be a little darker on the back than our 
Illinois variety. Savannah Sparrows were everywhere. 
Mr. Paget guided us across a marshy meadow to a path he had cut 
through the woods. We were led uphill for about % mile, laboring under 
our heavy load of camera equipment. Presently we started down hill, lessen- 
ing our load, but we could hardly see the slope as the forest was so dense. 
On the way Mr. Paget identified the flowers: yellow and white-fringed 
orchids, bunchberry (dwarf dogwood) in large plots, and many other 
flowers indigenous to the island. 
After another half mile down hill, we began to hear the raucous call of 
thousands of gannets, and then we abruptly came in sight of one of the 
nesting areas of the 45,000 gannets on the island, perched on a cliff, all of 
them squawking. We walked among them, although they threatened us 
with their long bills. We took many close-ups with our 50 mm. lenses, and 
then, from a platform on the edge of the cliff, we photographed at long 
range. Below we could see the boats carrying sightseers around the island; 
