'One acre of this land,' said Cartier, 'is worth more than all the New Land.' The ships lay off the shore of the island all night and replenished the stores of wood and water.

The land abounded with game; the men of St Malo saw bears and foxes, and, to their surprise they saw also great beasts that basked upon the shore, with 'two great teeth in their mouths like elephants.' One of these walruses,--for such they doubtless were,--was chased by the sailors, but cast itself into the sea and disappeared.

We can imagine how, through the long twilight of the June evening, the lovely scene was loud with the voices of the exultant explorers.

It was fitting that Cartier should name this island of good omen after his patron, the Seigneur de Brion, admiral of France.

To this day the name Brion Island,--corrupted sometimes to Byron Island,--recalls the landing of Jacques Cartier.
From this temporary halting-place the ships sailed on down the west coast of the Magdalen Islands.