Now, if we have to go far to the northward, it may be two or three weeks longer before we again sight Blomidon." "I am sorry for your sake," replied Cabot, "though I would just as soon spend a month up here as not.

I only wish we could land somewhere along here, for I am curious to see what land of a country Labrador is." This wish was gratified late that afternoon, when the fog lifted in time to disclose the fine harbour of Red Bay, into which, White said, they would run, so as to spend the night quietly at anchor, with both watches turned in at once.
At Red Bay, therefore, Cabot had his first taste of life in Labrador.
The shores looked so green and attractive that he wondered why the only settlement in sight--a collection of a dozen huts and fish houses, should be located on a rocky islet, bare and verdureless.

He asked White, who only laughed, and said he'd find out soon enough by experience.
After they had come to anchor and lowered the sails, White got an empty water cask into the dinghy, saying that first of all they must go about a mile to a trout stream at the head of the bay for some fresh water.
"Trout stream!" cited Cabot.

"How I wish I had my fishing tackle.
Trout for supper would be fine." "There are other things equally important with tackle for trout fishing in this country," remarked White.
"What, for instance ?" "You'll know inside of half an hour," was the significant reply.
So they rowed up the bay, Cabot filled with curiosity and White chuckling with anticipation.

The further they went the more was Cabot charmed with the beauty of the scene and the more desirous did he become to ramble over the green slopes on which, as White assured him, delicious berries of several varieties were plentiful.