Here I had the good fortune to be picked up by a
steamer bound for Quebec; but the wintry weather was upon us and
the voyage dragged itself out to three times its natural length, so
that it was the evening of November 20th, just as the sun sank
behind the city, that the little steamer was docked at Quebec, and
I stepped from her decks to set foot once again in "God's country."
DIARY OF LEONIDAS HUBBARD, JR.
KEPT DURING HIS EXPEDITION INTO LABRADOR
Tuesday, July 7th--Last night moonlight and starry and fine. This
morning the shore of Labrador spread out before us in the sunshine.
It calls ever so hard, and I am hungry to tackle it. Landed this
A.M. at Indian Harbour. George and I went ashore in the canoe;
Wallace in ship's boat. Lot of fishermen greeted us. Find all men
and women on the coast are Newfoundland men, and "Liveyeres" (Live-
heres). The former come up to fish in summer and are the
aristocrats. The latter are the under-crust. Could not get any
one to take us to Rigolette. Spent the afternoon getting outfit
together--assorting and packing--weighing it and trying it in the
canoe, while line of Newfoundland salts looked on, commented, and
asked good-natured questions.
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