"We were missin' you sore," said Thomas. "'Tis like the Lord's
blessin' to have you back at The Jug!"

"And there's good old Roaring Brook!" Doctor Joe stopped for a moment
with half closed eyes, to listen to the rush of water over the rocks,
where Roaring Brook tumbled down into The Jug. "It's the sweetest
music I've heard since I left here! And the smell of the spruce trees!
And such a scene! Thomas, my friend, it's a rugged land where we live,
but it's God's own land, just as He made it, beautiful, and undefiled
by man!"

Doctor Joe turned about and stretched his right arm toward the south.
Before them lay the shimmering placid waters of The Jug, reaching away
to join the wider, greater waters of Eskimo Bay. In the distance,
beyond the Bay, the snow-capped peaks of the Mealy Mountains stood in
silent majesty, now reflecting the last brilliant rays of the setting
sun. As they tarried, watching them, the light faded and shafts of
orange and red rose out of the west. The waters became a throbbing
expanse of colour, and the woods on the Point, at the entrance to The
Jug, sank into purple.

"'Tis a bit of the light of heaven that the Lord lets out of evenin's
for us to see," said Jamie, and perhaps Jamie was right.

"You must be rare hungry, now," observed Thomas, as they entered the
cabin. "Margaret were just puttin' supper on when Jamie sights you
turnin' the P'int. 'Twill be ready in a jiffy."

"What have you got for us, Margaret?" asked Doctor Joe. "I believe I