34 BOWDOIN BOYS IN LABRADOR. 



Meanwhile we are again approaching the Ragged Islands, 

 which we passed just as we were beginning that memorable 

 Sunday evening sail, about fifteen miles from the place we so 

 much dread, Webeck Harbor. 



On them we found the only gravel bed we saw in Labrador, 

 and yet their name is due to the rough piled basaltic appearing 

 rock, that proved on close examination to be much weathered 

 sienite and granite. The harbor is an open place amidst a 

 cluster of rocky islets, and we found it literally packed with 

 fishing vessels. Here an afternoon was spent making pictures 

 and examining the geology of these interesting islands, and here 

 the adventure of the kyak, before referred to, took place. 



Our fur trader thought he would take a paddle, but had not 

 gone three lengths before he found that he was more expert in 

 dealing with Eskimo furs than in handling Eskimo boats. He 

 rolled over, was soon pulled alongside, and clearing himself 

 from the kyak climbed aboard, just as our gallant mate, his res- 

 cuer, rolled out of his dory into the water and took a swim on 

 his own account. All hands were nearly exploded with laughter 

 as he rolled himself neatly into the dory again and climbed 

 aboard, remarking, "That's the way to climb into a dory without 

 capsizing her," as he ruefully shook himself. We wanted to ask 

 him if that was the only way to get out of a dory without turn- 

 ing her over, but we forebore. 



The next morning as we got clear of the harbor, a trim look- 

 ing schooner of our size was sighted just off Cape Harrigan, 

 about ten miles ahead. The breeze freshening we gradually 

 overhauled her, and finally, while beating into Holton harbor, 

 one of the most dangerous entrances on the coast, by the way, 

 we passed her, and noticing her neat rig and appearance guessed 

 rightly we had beaten the representatives of the Newfoundland 

 law and the collector of her revenues from this coast. 



Mr. Burgess, who combines in one unassuming personage the 

 tax and customs collector, the magistrate and the commissioner 

 of poor relief from Labrador, afterward told us that the "Rose" 

 had been on the coast for thirteen years and had been outsailed 

 for the first time. The next morning we again beat her badly, 



