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NE stormy night in August, 1886, I was 

 awakened by a rapping at our door. 

 It was not an unusual thing to be so aroused, 

 because I was frequently called out in cases 

 of illness, but I knew by the sound of the rap that 

 it was that of a stranger. After answering the 

 call I hastily slipped out of bed and went to the 

 door in my night shirt. It was raining heavily. 

 Clad in oilskins from head to feet stood two men. 

 Immediately I recognized one of them as the cap- 

 tain of our mail schooner. The other was a 

 stranger; a tall, heavily-built man of about fifty. 

 "I suppose you are Mr. Comeau," he said. I 

 nodded in the affirmative. "I have a letter of in- 

 troduction for you, here is my card, and 

 please excuse me for disturbing you. The reason 

 is that I have my wife with me and she has been 

 very sick for the past two days on the schooner, 

 and I would like, if possible, to have her land to- 

 night." I told him they were welcome, and that 

 he might come ashore with her right away. 

 After he had gone I read on his card : 



