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miles to the tilt, but once there we rubbed him with rum, 

 dressed him in our spare clothes, and soon had him asleep 

 and comfortable. 



" Three days afterwards we came with our man to a place 

 about twenty miles above the Bay de Nord Mill, and there 

 we meets a great company of men comin' to look for Michael 

 Fannell. When they sees us they sets up a shout and runs 

 to meet us, and the way those people carried on was somethin' 

 terrible. Next day we came into Bay de Nord, and the whole 

 people came out to meet us. Every bell in the place was 

 ringin', every one who had a gun fired it off, and every woman 

 in the place was cryin' and kissin' Michael Fannell. 



" ' Micky,' says I to my partner, ' there's something wrong 

 about all this.' 



" ' What way ? ' says he. 



" 'Why,' says I, 'all those kisses ought to be for us, and 

 nar a one comin' our way.' It wasn't right some way — so 

 when a big feller says to me, ' What would you done if you'd 

 found him dead.-*' 'Oh,' I says, 'I'd a brought out a piece 

 of him any way — his head perhaps.' ^ 



" Then all the women yell and run away. But they was 

 kind anyhow, and told us that me and Micky would never 

 want a good dinner or a pair of socks as long as we were 

 coming to the Bay de Nord." 



Foxes are fairly numerous about these hills, and every 

 evening and morning we could hear their " yapping " as 

 they called to each other. One carcase of a stag near the 

 camp was almost finished by foxes and eagles. The eagles 



' An Indian is fond of saying something gruesome just to see what the effect 

 will be. These Newfoundland Micmacs do not like to be thought the savages many 

 of the fisher folk consider them to be. This story of the rescue of Michael Fannell 

 is known everywhere in Fortune Bay. 



