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care of the houses, and who had been away 

 hunting. We had, however, already installed 

 ourselves, and lighted the stove in a 

 comfortable cabin into which Smart had 

 managed to effect an entrance, and here we 

 spent a comfortable night. As the train had 

 now ceased running from Millertown to the 

 main line, eighteen miles distant, the only 

 way to get there with my camp outfit and 

 heads was by trolley, leaving my canoe to be 

 brought out later on. 



The next day was a Sunday (November 5th), 

 and about as coarse a day as I had ever 

 known — snowing, sleeting and raining all day 

 long without a moment's cessation. We had 

 to push the trolley for the first nine miles, 

 as it would not run on the frozen rails, but 

 after midday we were able to pump it along, 

 and in the evening we reached Millertown 

 Junction on the main line from Port-aux- 

 Basques to St. John's, wet to the very skin 

 and chilled to the bone. 



On the following day in the best of health 

 after my little outing I once more reached 



