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mation. He did not seem to mind it much and 

 insisted on hobbling about the deck. 



There was only one place at which I was recom- 

 mended to put up in case I had to stay in Belle- 

 oram, so I went up to call on Mrs. Cluett and 

 incidentally forage for breakfast. I received a 

 courteous welcome and had plenty of eggs, bread 

 and butter, and tea. Getting back to the Caribou 

 I persuaded Ryan to make a start. There was 

 a thick fog and it was blowing hard ; however, 

 away we went in grand style, steering for the 

 different points which loomed through the fog. 

 As soon as we got into the open and had to 

 cross some twelve or fourteen miles of open sea, 

 an ancient and dilapidated compass was pro- 

 duced from the confusion of below, for the 

 Caribou was not altogether a tidy boat; the 

 compass gave a certain moral support, but the 

 needle refused to point in any direction steadily 

 for more than five minutes. Ryan would give 

 it a smack, " Sure I think she's only about five 

 points out now," and in a few minutes, " She's 

 gone all wrong again." 



I was entrusted with the steering, which may 

 account for our sighting land about four miles 

 north of the entrance to Long Harbour. It 

 was a pretty rough crossing, but the old Caribou 

 was a seaworthy and dry boat. The weather 

 was what one expects of Newfoundland, wild 



