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boat came across with a spanking breeze and 

 picked us up about 9 a.m. We had all slept 

 on the floor at Thornhill's, but had an excellent 

 supper of a whole cod boiled with potatoes. 



We had a lovely sail across to Belleoram — 

 Saunders and a fine strapping son being the 

 crew. The boat was as smart and clean as a 

 yacht, and the two Saunders were the best type 

 I had yet met of the Newfoundland settlers. 



Steve and John came for the trip as cheery 

 as ever, though their badly blistered hands 

 showed the work of yesterday. By 12.30 I 

 was at Belleoram, and by 1 o'clock the men 

 were on their way back to Long Harbour. As 

 Steve said good-bye it was really quite touching. 

 " You treat us very well, you very good man. 

 Come again, and God bless you." I certainly 

 never parted with men with such regret and 

 never want better friends or hunting comrades. 



Being Sunday, Belleoram was very quiet. 

 Mrs. Cluett gave me an excellent dinner and a 

 delightful bedroom, for I had to stay the night, 

 as my steamer was not due till next day. In 

 the evening I went to the service in the big 

 church on the hill. The congregation were 

 mostly men who " go down to the sea in ships 

 and occupy their business in great waters," 

 while the special prayer for their protection 

 against the perils of cod fishing struck a note 



