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line of his barrel ; but I saw nothing until 

 the bang started a splodge of red on one of 

 the stones. The red seemed to slide into the 

 water, and the boat was off with a jerk. The 

 oarsmen pulled with all their might ; the man 

 at the stern was rolling the boat from side 

 to side with the force of his sculling ; and 

 Jerry was eagerly looking out, and shouting 

 terse directions. There seemed to be nothing 

 but the red patch upon the rocks, where the 

 water was all stained with blood ; but as the 

 steersman brought the boat sweeping round 

 the others pulled in their oars and leaned over 

 the side, and in less time than it takes to tell 

 I was helping them to heave a big seal into 

 the boat. It came sliding over and flopped 

 down, and lay there, limp and lifeless, with 

 whiskers quivering and big eyes seeming to 

 gaze. It looked just like one of the rocks 

 near by ; its silvery coat, flecked with black 

 and shining with wet, was a perfect imitation 

 of the black boulders with their coating of 

 ice and the water swilling over them. No 

 wonder my eyes could not see it when the 

 steersman did ; but Eskimo eyes are different. 



I spent that night in a greenhouse ! 



That is an odd thing for frozen Labrador ; 

 but this is the way it came about. The mis 

 sionary at Okak had tried to grow early 

 vegetables ; but, poor man, his attempts had 



