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have been so many versions of this ex- 

 perience of our's, all more or less true, 

 that I have decided to give my readers a plain and 

 simple narrative of the occurrence. 



I am very fond of seal shooting, and aside from 

 its pecuniary returns, I consider it really good 

 sport. In pursuit of it I went down to Pointe 

 des Monts early in January, 1886. We my 

 eldest brother Isaie and myself had very good 

 luck, having killed fourteen seals in one week's 

 shooting, and were then waiting for a favorable 

 day to return home to Godbout. On the 18th and 

 19th we had a strong east wind and a heavy fall 

 of snow, clearing up slightly on the evening of 

 the last date. North-easterly winds come a little 

 off shore, along the cliffs, between Pointe des 

 Monts and Godbout and drive the ice away from 

 the land. We therefore had some hope of getting 

 up to Godbout early on the 20th, and I wired my 

 wife to expect me for breakfast if the weather 

 continued fine. We left Pointe des Monts at 3 

 a.m. as intended. It was quite calm and mild for 

 a winter day. My object in leaving so early 

 was to try to reach Godbout before the westerly 

 wind arose, for I expected it would be a strong 

 gale, as the barometer had been falling steadily. 



