Newfoundland 
gone right out, I pulled up my mackintosh 
covering sheet and slept on again—the sleep of 
the weary, although Pat snored loud enough to 
waken the dead. I learnt a tip here, which may 
come in useful to others whose rest is disturbed 
by the snorer. Whistle once or twice. I have 
tried this remedy on many occasions, mostly 
with the desired effect. 
Johnny awoke me by touching me on the 
shoulder and saying “‘ Dawn ! ’—potent mono- 
syllable to a hunter—and though I could have 
done with another hour between the blankets I 
didn’t say so, but took my towel and soap to the 
river. 
Pat produced his second pair of mocassins, and 
showed me how to put the foot-cloths on. I 
was advised to put on two pairs of shooting 
stockings, then a square of stout blanketing, 
into the centre of which I placed my foot, 
folding the two sides of cloth over my instep and 
turning back the overlapping toe part also on to 
the instep. The foot was then slid into the 
mocassin, and fastened under the knee with a 
drawing string. This footwear is absolutely 
waterproof, but it took me a few days to get 
used to the feel of it, my feet, from wearing 
leather shoes, being so tender. They are the 
best things I have ever worn, with the exception 
of Lapp knee-boots, which are very similar, the 
principal difference consisting in the material 
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