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filling the boat, and then the force of the stream made 

 itself felt, and gradually bore us onwards and outwards to 

 safety into a small rapid. It was a ticklish moment, and 

 I felt much relieved at only getting a ducking. When low 

 the Gander is a dangerous river even to those who know 

 it, and the traveller if nervous will do well to walk down 

 stream. The way is long, but the beach is safe. 



On the loth we were detained by a gale, snowstorms 

 from the east, and on the nth much the same conditions 

 prevailed ; yet we made a start and reached the Gander 

 Lake in the evening, after as hard a day's paddling as I can 

 remember. Here on the lake, thirty-three miles long, we met 

 the full fury of the north-east, and had to go into camp for two 

 days, although only fourteen miles from Glenwood, which we 

 reached in safety on October 14th, and so ended my third 

 expedition in the wilds of Newfoundland. 



Joe was going to walk away back to his "tilt" up in 

 the mountains near Burnt Hill, a distance of eighty miles, 

 and, as I had not allowed him to carry a gun on our trip, 

 McGaw and I thought that as he had served us well we 

 would make him a present of one to help him to obtain 

 supplies on his way. His joy on receiving the new muzzle- 

 loader was great, and the woods about the Glenwood saw- 

 mill were soon echoing with a series of loud reports. Having 

 tried his gun, which he pronounced as good, he purchased 

 some commodities and came to say "Good-bye," as I had 

 arranged that the steamer would take him to the far side of the 

 Glenwood Lake, thus saving about fifteen miles bad walking. 



" See here, boss, next time you come to Newfoundland 

 we'll go partners together. You can do all the shootin', and 

 I will trap, and we'll make lots of dollars." It did not occur 

 to his simple mind that I did not want to make a few dollars 



