Daily new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1897-1906, 1899-09-28
TO NEWFOUNDLAND.
More of Mr.. and Mrs. Frazer's
Summer Trip.

summer rip.
They Have An Interesting Visit to the
Northland- Quaint and Curious Little
Towns and Their Inhabitants Kind
Hearted Northmen Meet Them Every
where - Interesting Scenes on the
Coast of Newfoundland Glance at
the Cod Fisheries.
Continued from yesterday.
During the afternoon we stopped at
Brig Bay, where Captain Scott had
lobster factory, and some of my read
ers may be interested ia learning how
the canned lobster in which they in
dulge in winter is prepared The
lobster traps are formed of laths about
two or two and half feet long, and
forming an arch lengthwise, looking
something like a waste paper basket
on its side; at either end are fish nets,
which admit The clawed one to the
tempting bait hung in the middle,
but afford no way of escape. On ar
rival in the fishing boats, the Holsters
are conveyed to the boiling room in
baskets with long handles, carried by
two men in the fashion Of Sedan
chair, they are boiled Immediately,
cracked, the meat is then washed on
long tables above which is hung white
cotton TO prevent any dust from set
thing on the meat. it is then canned,
and the cans are boiled for another
three hours, after which they are
ready for shipment. This year lob
'sters have been very scarce, only about
two thousand cases being shipped
where usually fifteen or twenty thous-
and are produced.
At Brig Bay we were entertained by
Mr.. Garreau, one OF the most thrifty
and Wealthiest fisherman on the West
coast. His store was place of con-
siderable interest, for che stock en-
braced everything that might be need
ed by the villagers, from fishing tack
lie to sunbonDets. Our attention was
chiefly attracted by the sealskln bags
for hunting, and the moccasSins,
which after being soaked in oil. are
water tight; on the outside wall of
one of the houses sealSkin was being
tanned, stretched on wooden frame
about five feet square, to which it was
attached by string run through holes
in the skin, punched about fifteen
inches apart. The skin is oiled thor
.oughly and allowed to hang consid-
cradle time; the color is kind Of
browny yellow, with dark brown
oval marking on the body, and the
hair is rather harsh to the touch
do l,o
pleasant experience in going down in
a diving suit, but the description Of
that trip | must keep for another let
ter Our return trip was much more
rapid than the journey up the coast
had been, but although nothing of
particular interest transpired, we saw
parts of the coast which we had pre-
viously passed in the night or in fog.
Between Cowhead and Boone Bay are
the Arches, a curious outcrop of rocks
on the sandy shore, looking like boul-
ders, and followed by the action Of
the waves into arches and miniature
caves. On sailing out Of Bonnie Bay
we passed under Frenchman's Head,
where to hangs a tale: long ago
Frenchman murdered Newfound
lander, and after capture, he was Civ
en- the choice as to whether he would
be sent to France to stand his trial,
or jump from this headland into the
sea, and take his chance. He chose
the latter alternative, and all that
was found of him were his sabots.
We passed the monkey still begging
for the bread which the old man still
greedily hugs, passed Cape Blomidon,
where our siren echoed and Ie-echoed
from peak to peak in exquisitely clear
and silvery tones, and then, to come
down to more prosaic details, we pick
ed up our dinner from little fishing
boat which landed a passenger, and in
which the watchful stewart espied
some fat Goldfish still wriggling.
After leaving Bay of Islands, we
had splendid view of the whole
coast, and at Cape Gregory caught
sight of Red Island, thin slice of
red sandstone, looking oddly discon-
nected from the adjoining cliffs, which
are perfectly white. That evening
the sunset was most gorgeous; to the
East between the Capes ST. George
and Anguille stretched the beautiful
reach of st. Georges Bay, while far to
the Southeast flashed the light Of
Cape Ray, the West was a blaze Of
glory, and as little schooner sailed
into the golden radiance, it needed
small stretch of the imagination to
fancy that it was bound for che Isle OF
the Blest. As the glow faded the
new moon cast a silvery path on the