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that could be half cocked and wholly cocked, and that would make a great 

 noise. 



Rob went three trips that Summer, and he was quite a hero among the 

 cove boys when he went back to school in the Fall. His knife was the 

 envy and admiration of all the other boys, and often while he was busy carv- 

 ing elder into fanciful shapes, he was wont to hold forth to an eager audi- 

 ence his narrative, invariably commencing, "When I went my first trip in 

 the Fhi/Hs—" 



Lost in the Fog. 



In the preceding pages are given many instances of fishermen lost in the 

 fog on the Banks, and of great sufferings caused thereby from hunger and 

 exposure. The above engraving did not reach us in season to be placed 

 in that chapter, so we insert it here. It illustrates an instance where two 

 poor fellows are thus adrift on the wide expanse of waters. One is stand- 

 ing up, pointing, seemingly, at some slight object which may be dimly dis- 

 cerned, to which the attention of his companion, who has stopped rowing 

 and is anxiously looking, is directed. Or it may be that they are holding a 

 consultation as to which dierction it would be best to pull, in order to meet 

 with some vessel or fall in with the land, and thus escape the perils which 

 surround them. It is a perilous position to be placed in, especia4Iy without 

 food or drink, and we do earnestly hope that each dory while onifebe- grounds 

 will in future be well provided with these important articles.. 



