THE BELLE RIVER COMMUNITY 123 fuss that the government of Newfoundland had to get busy and issue a copper coinage of its own." Murray Harbour lies secluded—away at the bottom of the Island. There is a difference about this district. The country around it seems more unsettled than the other parts of the Island. There are larger forests. There are lonelier rivers whose fish act as if they had never seen a fly before, and must make the most of every opportunity. We borrowed a boat at Murray River . It was old, heavy, and leaky, but we took a chance, and rowed ourselves upstream. There, the sheer beauty of the place made us forget the real purpose of our visit. Fish! We were recalled suddenly—and we baled furiously! In between times that drowsy summer day, we fished . . ., we baled . . ., we slept. It did not matter to us particularly whether we caught any fish or not. We were quite content just—to fish. Probably because we didn't care, we got six—besides the enormous ones that got away, and the tiny innocent-looking ones that we threw back in. Even¬ tually, we grew tired of baling, and decided to row back to take sun-baths on the bank. The sun must have been waiting for that remark. It immediately went under a convenient cloud, and stayed there for one long hour. "Well, let's eat!" suggested Jean, resignedly. Presto! It might just as well have been the last call to the diner. Father and son appeared suddenly, dropped down silently by our camp fire, and made themselves