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told his young brother to go further in and hide 

 behind the reef, while he endeavored to decoy 

 some seals and secure a shot. The little chap did 

 as directed and got alongside of a boulder further 

 in shore. The poor boy was tired after his night's 

 work, and as it was calm and warm, he dropped 

 asleep in the canoe. The strong incoming tide 

 swept the canoe in towards land. Some time 

 later, when his brother had got a shot and killed a 

 seal, he looked around for the canoe, but was dis- 

 mayed to see it nearly a mile away. He shouted 

 and fired his gun, but the boy slept on. By this 

 time the rock was covered and the water creeping 

 up on him. There was to much water for him to 

 get off the rock and he could not swim a stroke. 

 He shouted till he was hoarse. The rising wind 

 aggravated for a time his position, but eventually 

 proved his salvation. A schooner that was about 

 four miles away, gradually approached him be- 

 fore the wind, and those on board, hearing his 

 cries and seeing his position, sent their boat out 

 and rescued him. By this time the water had 

 risen above his waist, and it was only by using his 

 gun as a prop that he had been able to hold on to 

 his position. Long before this the boy had wak- 

 ened and rowed desperately against the wind and 

 tide, but it would have been a full half hour later 

 before he could have reached his brother. 



We put up at the hotel of Mr. Boulianne a 

 distant relative of our friend's and arranged with 



