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pear to notice anything wrong, thinking he was 

 playing "seal." I rushed down the bank just as 

 he disappeared for the second and last time. I 

 had partly stripped while runing down the bank 

 and jumping in I soon reached the place where I 

 had last seen him. Looking around in the water I 

 saw his long hair spread out looking like a jelly 

 fish (Medusae). I dived and got a good grip of 

 his hair and raised him out of the water. While 

 I was doing this, he turned and got a grip on my 

 arm which I felt for some time. I soon had him 

 ashore. He was already unconscious, but soon re- 

 covered, as I had first given him a good shaking 

 face down, holding him by the middle of the body. 

 The other chap had run away in the meantime, 

 calling out and crying that Charles was drowned. 

 In a few minutes the whole Indian population was 

 down on the beach and Charles was carried up to 

 his wigwam. 



Five years later I saved him a second time. It 

 was in the month of April at Pointe des Monts. 

 The day was fine and we were out sealing some 

 three miles or so from the shore. There were a 

 few scattered pans of ice here and there, and 

 among these we were on the watch for hooded 

 seals. Charles and a young Indian boy were 

 about half a mile to the eastward of us. I heard 

 him shoot, and standing up in my canoe I saw him 

 harpoon his seal. When there are no pieces of 

 ice around, it is customary for another canoe to 



