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and foggy, and the mountains looming up out 

 of the fog looked bigger and grander than they 

 really were. 



We had a rattling following breeze, and not- 

 withstanding Ryan's assertion that there would 

 be no fog at his house, we ran up the fourteen 

 miles of Long Harbour and arrived there about 

 4 o'clock in the afternoon in a dense fog, 

 having left Belleoram at 10 a.m. Here I 

 found waiting my two other Indians, John 

 Denny Jeddore and Steve Joe. My party con- 

 sisted then of Steve Bernard, head man and 

 hunter, John Denny Jeddore, generally known 

 as John Denny, and Steve Joe, who had to 

 become Joe. 



John Denny at once told me he had signed 

 on as cook, but added quaintly : " I have never 

 cooked for gentles." All the same he was an 

 excellent plain cook, ready to learn anything, 

 scrupulously clean in all his cooking, and a first- 

 rate fellow. Joe was general utility man and 

 always cheery. Steve Bernard was a pure 

 bred Micmac, his father having been chief of 

 the Micmac tribe, and the other two were half- 

 breeds. John Denny's mother was a French- 

 woman, which perhaps accounted for his extra- 

 ordinarily nice manners. My men were some- 

 what shy and reserved at first, but we soon 

 became great friends, and I can only say I 



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