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for Mr. Watson, in St. John's, who's bin a good fren' to 

 me, gets me to go hunt wid an American who's coming 

 from Port-an-basque, fer de American tells me where to 

 meet him. When a' gets to Port-an-basque, a' waits three 

 days, but de American 'e don't come. A' feels mighty sick 

 at that time a' can tell you, but just when a'm wondering 

 how I can get back to de Bay, a' meets a Bonava's man a' 

 knows, and he says he'll frank me's far's Howley, where a' 

 can shoot two deer, and that'll pay to take us home. Well, 

 we goes to Howley, and first day a' shoot a big stag wi' 

 a forty-pint head, which a' sells to a doctor of St. John's fer 

 fifteen dollars. Then a' felt kind o' better. Same day a' meets 

 Mr. Selous, and he ask me to come up de country wi' him and 

 Stroud. Well, a' wasn't missin' de American particular by then. 

 We has a rough time trampin' the meshes in November, and 

 is too late fer de deer what's gone by, but Mr. Selous he 

 like me, and a' like him, so he ask me to go in wi' him 

 last fall. That was good fer me, for though a' felt sick that 

 American didn't come, now a'm glad he didn't, for a' know 

 there's suthin better comin' my way. And now Mr. Selous 

 has sent me you." And the old man got up silently and 

 shook me by the hand. 



It had been a mighty effort to put things quite in the 

 way he wished, but I doubt if any born courtier could have 

 expressed himself more delicately or with nicer feeling. 



