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The man brought him ashore and told us 

 of the mishap. As soon as he handled him to 

 put him in the canoe, he knew at once from the 

 roughness of his coat it was poor Jack. And 

 thus ended our intelligent and useful pet. 



We buried him near the flagstaff and put 

 up a board bearing the inscription "Jack." 



Seeing a small shark brought ashore the 

 other day by one of the salmon fishermen, who 

 had found it rolled up in his net, put me 

 in mind of an exciting adventure^ I had 

 many years ago. Both at the east, as well 

 as the west side of the mouth of the great 

 River Moisie, sand banks run out to sea 

 for a distance of two or three miles. These are 

 covered at high tide, but being of almost a uni- 

 form height, the falling tide runs off of them 

 in a very short space of time, and leaves them 

 dry with the exception of some odd places where 

 pools of water remain. The banks are dry the 

 last two hours of the ebb and the first two hours 

 of the flood tide. 



The great river continually deposits on these 

 sands such quantities of vegetable matter, that 

 they are a resort for many kinds of small fishes ; 

 and numerous waterfowl come there at certain 

 stages of the tide to feed on the fish. 



