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cliffs had guessed something was wrong. He added, 

 " there is fish to be had now, and so I don't turn 

 in at all myself" ; and sure enough, after a shake 

 down and some supper he and his crew disappeared 

 into the foggy darkness for a fresh load from the 

 trap, while sleep reigned supreme on board. He 

 turned out to be a green-fish catcher, who was 

 "making" his fish on his vessel. 



Further along the straits, at Bonne Esperance, we 

 met with a more serious mishap, for while returning 

 from a visit up Salmon River our propeller refused 

 to rotate, and we had to depend on our sail. The 

 kindness of the first engineer of a sealing steamer 

 (Mr. William Grossman) anchored in the harbour 

 set us all right again, however, for he made us a 

 complete set of new steel screws for our piston-top 

 our own had given out, and we neither had means 

 of making new ones, or replacing them, in Labrador. 

 After one or two other similar mishaps, but having 

 treated some one hundred and fifty patients, and 

 having received much kindness and a warm wel- 

 come wherever we had been, we reached Battle 

 Hospital again on the 29th of July. We brought a 

 dying fisherman the last 80 miles with us, which 

 necessitated his sleeping three nights in my cabin. 

 He was still in the prime of life, but pneumonia 

 developed into gangrene of the lungs, and he subse- 

 quently died in Battle Harbour Hospital. 



The Sunday passed pleasantly and rapidly among 

 the people here. After evening service, held by the 



