The Mariner of St Malo | Page 5

he wrote, 'with the help of God to sail farther.'
Having passed through the Strait of Belle Isle, Cartier crossed over to
the northern coast. Two days of prosperous sailing with fair winds
carried him far along the shore to a distance of more than a hundred
miles west of the entrance of the Strait of Belle Isle. Whether he
actually touched on his way at the island now known as Belle Isle is a
matter of doubt. He passed an island which he named St Catherine, and
which he warned all mariners to avoid because of dangerous shoals that
lay about it. We find his track again with certainty when he reaches the
shelter of the Port of Castles. The name was given to the anchorage by
reason of the striking cliffs of basaltic rock, which here give to the
shore something of the appearance of a fortress. The place still bears
the name of Castle Bay.
Sailing on to the west, Cartier noted the glittering expanse of Blanc
Sablon (White Sands), still known by the name received from these
first explorers. On June 10 the ships dropped anchor in the harbour of
Brest, which lies on the northern coast of the Gulf of St Lawrence
among many little islands lining the shore. This anchorage seems to
have been known already in Cartier's time, and it became afterwards a
famous place of gathering for the French fishermen. Later on in the
sixteenth century a fort was erected there, and the winter settlement
about it is said to have contained at one time as many as a thousand
people. But its prosperity vanished later, and the fort had been
abandoned before the great conflict had. begun between France and

Great Britain for the possession of North America. Cartier secured
wood and water at Brest. Leaving his ships there for the time being, he
continued his westward exploration in his boats.
The careful pilot marked every striking feature of the coast, the bearing
of the headlands and the configuration of the many islands which stud
these rock-bound and inhospitable shores. He spent a night on one of
these islands, and the men found great quantities of ducks' eggs. The
next day, still sailing to the west, he reached so fine an anchorage that
he was induced to land and plant a cross there in honour of St Servan.
Beyond this again was an island 'round like an oven.' Still farther on he
found a great river, as he thought it, which came sweeping down from
the highlands of the interior.
As the boats lay in the mouth of the river, there came bearing down
upon them a great fishing ship which had sailed from the French port of
La Rochelle, and was now seeking vainly for the anchorage of Brest.
Cartier's careful observations now bore fruit. He and his men went in
their small boats to the fishing ship and gave the information needed
for the navigation of the coast. The explorers still pressed on towards
the west, till they reached a place which Cartier declared to be one of
the finest harbours of the world, and which he called Jacques Cartier
Harbour. This is probably the water now known as Cumberland
Harbour. The forbidding aspect of the northern shore and the adverse
winds induced Cartier to direct his course again towards the south, to
the mainland, as he thought, but really to the island of Newfoundland;
and so he now turned back with his boats to rejoin the ships. The
company gathered safely again at Brest on Sunday, June 14, and Cartier
caused a mass to be sung.
During the week spent in exploring the north shore, Cartier had not
been very favourably impressed by the country. It seemed barren and
inhospitable. It should not, he thought, be Called the New Land, but
rather stones and wild crags and a place fit for wild beasts. The soil
seemed worthless. 'In all the north land,' said he, 'I did not see a
cartload of good earth. To be short, I believe that this was the land that
God allotted to Cain.' From time to time the explorers had caught sight

of painted savages, with heads adorned with bright feathers and with
bodies clad in the skins of wild beasts. They were roving upon the
shore or passing in light boats made of bark among the island channels
of the coast. 'They are men,' wrote Cartier, 'of an indifferent good
stature and bigness, but wild and unruly. They wear their hair tied on
the top like a wreath of hay and put a wooden pin within it, or any other
such thing instead of a nail, and with them they bind certain birds'
feathers. They are clothed with beasts' skins as well the men