Extracts from a Journal of a Voyage of Visitation in the Hawk, 1859 | Page 2

in the residents. Here, I have been enabled, as in other parts of the island, to celebrate the services of consecration and confirmation, and to provide for the administration of the Holy Communion. But until the census of 1857, I was not aware of the large number of our people in White Bay and the neighbourhood, or of the large proportion they bear to the whole population. When, at the close of that year, I discovered that more than three-fourths registered themselves members of the Church of England, I resolved, should it please God to permit me, to make another voyage in my Church-ship, that I would myself visit, and minister to, as I might be able, these scattered sheep of my flock. A statement of their condition, and of my services, assisted by the clergy who accompanied me, cannot fail, I think, to interest and affect all those who can feel for the sheep or the shepherd. It is with a view of awakening this Christian sympathy in behalf of my poor diocese, and generally in the cause and fork of your Society (by or through which both sheep and shepherd have been so largely befriended and assisted) that I am desirous of publishing those parts of the journal of my last voyage that relate to White Bay.
"I have added the account of two days in the Bay of Islands, a locality only so far more happily circumstanced than, or I should rather say not so unhappily circumstanced as, White Bay, inasmuch as the inhabitants have been twice before visited by myself in the Church-ship, and once by the Missionary of the Belle-Isle Straits. The circumstances of both, or of either, will, I think, justify the application of an apostle's question to him--to any one--who, having an abundance of spiritual goods, can see the need of these his brethren, and shut up his compassion from them;--'How dwelleth the love of Christ in him?'
"I am, Yours faithfully, E. NEWFOUNDLAND."
THE REV. ERNEST HAWKINS.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] The last published was that of 1853.

EXTRACTS FROM A JOURNAL.

PART I.--WHITE BAY.
Thursday, July 7th. At sea, and Little Harbour Deep.--Passed Cape St. John, at eight o'clock; several French vessels in the harbour: passed Partridge Point soon after twelve o'clock, and entered White Bay. I had intended to visit, in the first place, the settlements on the south side of the bay, but the wind being adverse, we stood across to Little Harbour Deep, not knowing that we should find any "livers" there; but hoping to be able from thence to visit, or there to be visited by, the families dwelling in Grande-Vache, or Grandfather's Cove, said to be only one mile distant. On nearing the harbour, we saw and hailed a boat, which proved to belong to the place, and in which were a man and his wife returning from their salmon nets, which they overhaul twice a day. We took them on board, and having no pilot, were glad to avail ourselves of the man's knowledge of the place in beating in, which occupied two hours, as the wind was blowing strongly and directly out. Theirs was the only family living in the harbour. We informed them of the object of our visit, which appeared to please them greatly, and they promised to send to their neighbours in Grandfather's Cove (which proves, however, to be nearly three miles distant) very early to-morrow morning, and acquaint them with our presence, and our intention to have services on board the Church-ship.
The appearance of these people was not so wild as might be expected from their wild and lonely life. In the summer they occupy, by themselves, this large harbour, shut in by immense cliffs, which no person ever ascends or descends. In the winter they occupy and possess the Horse-Islands, lying several miles from the shore, surrounded for months by ice.
Seldom in either place do they see any human being, except the members of their own family, and not one of the family can read. In summer they catch salmon and codfish; and in the winter kill seals. And yet they are not heathens or savages. The woman, though rowing, was very neatly dressed, with a necklace, but no other superfluous finery; the man was tidy; both were civil. They presented us with two salmon, all they had in their boat, and promised us finer ones to-morrow. They expressed much pleasure at the prospect of attending the services, and of having their youngest child christened or admitted into the Church. All had been baptized; some at Twillingate, some at Herring Neck, in each case by a clergyman, one by a Methodist preacher, one by a fisherman; but all had been admitted into the Church (at Twillingate, or Herring Neck) except this youngest. They left us about 10.30 P.M., after