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and who always makes a point of conversing at the most 

 hair-raising corners. " Och ! slip is it ? " he says ; " sure if 

 she was goin' down the sides of hell itself, she'd never put a 

 fut wrong at all, at all. Kim up." In proof of which confi- 

 dence in his steed, Bucephalus is urged to greater exertions. 



If you ask a policeman a simple question, he will not 

 kill you with his club ; and even the tramcars are not run 

 for the express purpose of murdering absent-minded strangers 

 as they are in New York. Life, in fact, is quite safe as long 

 as you keep clear of the accommodation train and "hert 

 pie." I have mentioned " hert pie " as a danger to the 

 traveller, because at every meal you get "hert pie," and it 

 is so horribly good that many helpings are sure to follow in 

 rapid succession, to the ultimate ruin of one's digestion. 



The daily papers are very funny, especially their items of 

 local news, and — it need hardly be mentioned — a deadly 

 enmity exists between the rival editors. Nevertheless they 

 have several men in St. John's who have done and are still 

 doing excellent press and magazine work on subjects relating 

 to the people of Newfoundland, notably Mr. P. T. M'Grath, 

 of the Herald, and Judge Prowse. The articles of these 

 writers are always well-informed and accurate, and abound in 

 the pathos and humour that go to make up the life of the 

 men of the sea. The following items from the St. John's 

 Howler are some specimens of another class of literature 

 that daily meets the eye : — 



LOCAL HAPPENINGS 



Deer were plentiful at Topsail and Quidi-Vidi last week. Ananias 

 P. Slechter of Providence, N.Y., shot a fine 72-pointer, 



Last night the white steam car belonging to Mr. W. D. Speed ran 

 into a New York drummer on Water Street. The car will have to go to 

 Boston for repairs. 



