The air was charged with scent of spruce and balsam fir, wafted down by the breeze from the forest, lying in dark and solemn silence and spreading away from the near-by shore until it melted into the blue haze of rolling hills far to the northward.

The huge black back of a grampus rose a hundred feet from the boat and with a noise like the loud exhaust of steam sank again beneath the surface of the Bay.

Now and again a seal raised its head and looked curiously at the travellers and then hastily dived.

Gulls and terns soared and circled overhead, occasionally dipping to the water to capture a choice morsel of food.
A flock of wild geese, honking in flight, turned into a bight and alighted where a brook coursed down through a marsh to join the sea.
"There's some geese," remarked David, breaking the silence.

"They're comin' up south now.