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we were at dinner a dog was reported to be 

 swimming off to the ship. I gave orders to 

 receive the animal and give him some food; 

 presently a big shaggy poodle, dripping with 

 wet, came down into the cabin, wagging his 

 tail and evidently much pleased with his recep- 

 tion. The old lady at once recognized her 

 favourite dog, and exclaiming, " Why it's my 

 Peter," went off into hysterics. Her apologies 

 for having treated us so shabbily were rather 

 embarrassing. However we pacified her by 

 promising that we would look in again, should 

 we ever pass her door. Some time afterwards 

 we did pay her a visit ; needless to say we met 

 with a very different reception : old Rose was 

 treated to as much milk as she could stow, and 

 my coxswain sent away staggering under a 

 cargo of fruit, eggs, and butter enough to last 

 us a fortnight. There is good trout-fishing in 

 the Chemainus river, and salmon also frequent 

 it. One of the settlers showed us the water, 

 and also the latest style of fly-fishing. Having 

 hooked a trout of two pounds, he turned his 



