CARIBOU HUNTING 45 



His name is Captain Windsor, 

 Sailed out from Bonava's Bay, 

 In search of those young whitecoats 

 But still he got astray. 



We steamed her down off Belleville 

 Our trials do begin 



'Twas there we did get frozen in 



For three long days or four, 



We drift by the Grey Islands 



And very near ashore. 



'Twas here early next morning 



Our Captain come on deck, 



He says unto John William, 



' Bob Saunders, you'll go get — 



Bob Saunders, you'll go get, my boy, 



And try to get on shore, 



Or hear from Captain Toomey 



On board the Commodore! 



We boarded Captain Toomey, 



As you may understand, 



A steamboat nigh three miles from us, 



A frozen in the ' Jamb.' 



A breakage from the Gull rock 

 It set the Vanguard free ; 

 She steamed into the harbour, 

 'Long with the other three. 

 Our people from the Island 

 These words I hear them say, 

 The Walrus and Paslusha 

 Driven in White Bay 

 Slipped in the spot of seals." 



"A' don't remember no more," broke off Saunders, sud- 

 denly becoming modest, "but it's mostly rot 'bout myself;" 

 and he refused to speak further of his plucky act. 



Hunting the Greenland seal from ships and hunting the 

 same from the storm-swept coast of Newfoundland are two 

 different matters. The chase in both cases is beset with 



