16 BOWDOIN BOYS IN LABRADOR 



There is an Episcopal rector here, Mr. Bull, who says everybody 

 had it. I believe it is owing to his care and slight medical skill 

 that none have died here. It is hard for this people to have such a 

 sickness just as the fishing season is best. The doctor has oppor- 

 tunity to use all and far more than the amount of medicine he 

 brought, much to Professor Lee's amusement. He is reaping a 

 small harvest of furs, grateful tokens of his services, that manv of 

 his patients send him, and some of his presents have also improved 

 our menu. 



This place is named Battle Harbor from the conflict that took 

 place here between the Indians and English settlers, aided by a 

 man-of-war. The remains of the fight are now in a swamp covered 

 with fishflakes. There are also some strange epitaphs in the village 

 graveyard, with its painted wooden head-boards, and high fence to 

 keep the dogs out. These latter are really dangerous, making it 

 necessary to carry a stick if walking alone. Men have been killed 

 by them, but last year the worst of the lot were exported across the 

 bay, owing to a bold steal of a child by them and its being nearly 

 eaten up. They are a mixture of Eskimo, Indian and wolf, with 

 great white shaggy coats. 



The steamer with mail and passengers from St. Johns, Newfound- 

 land, is expected every day, and as our rivals for the honor of re- 

 discovering Grand Falls are probably on board, there is a race in 

 store for us to see who will get to Rigolette first, and which party 

 will start ahead on the perilous journey up the Grand River. As 

 they have refused our offer of co-operation, we now feel no sym- 

 pathy with their task, and will have but little for them till we see 

 them, as we hope, starting up the river several days behind our 

 hardy crew. 



Jonathan P. Cilley, Jr. 



