gppointeb (guarbian of 



'BOUT the 10th of July, 1860, a special mes- 

 senger arrived at Trinity Bay. He was the 

 bearer of a message to my father from the Rev. 

 Dr. W. Agar Adamson, who was then with 

 some friends salmon fishing on the Godbout river. 

 He explained that trouble had occurred between 

 the party and a few Indians, who insisted on 

 spearing fish in the river, and his presence was 

 urgently requested. My father was a Justice of 

 the Peace, and being an ex-officer of the Hudson 

 Bay Company, had considerable influence over 

 the Indians. He was also a personal friend of 

 the Doctor's, whom he frequently met on his angl- 

 ing trips. I was ordered to prepare the canoe 

 and some little provisions, kettle and axe, and to 

 get ready to accompany him, as our net fishing 

 was then over. We had fifteen miles to paddle 

 along a very bold and rocky shore, where even a 

 moderate wind might delay us. Luck favored us 

 that day and we reached Godbout in five hours. 

 Some of the Indians came to meet us on our ar- 

 rival, and it was decided to hold a "pow-wow" 

 at the anglers' camp, a mile and a half up the 

 river that same afternoon. We then proceeded 

 to "Camp," where the Doctor and his friends 

 had their tents, with a small British flag waving 



