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barred. No nets would hold across it. It never has 

 been barred. I wouldn't bar the river. You can 

 come and see for yourself." We got into his boat, 

 and he started with us to the shore, when I asked 

 him if the launch was safe at her- anchorage, as 

 darkness was coming on. The prompt reply was 

 that she would be aground on rocks at low water, 

 and that we had better steam across the inlet and 

 anchor the other side, where it was soft and good 

 holding ground, at which our engineer at once pro- 

 ceeded to get steam again. On landing, I asked for 

 the sick woman, and was shown into the most miser- 

 able dark hovel I ever saw. By a wretched tin chim- 

 neyless lamp I examined my patient. She was lying 

 clad in one old petticoat on a few sacks spread over 

 a kind of built-up bunk. Her bodily ailments were 

 fortunately not great, but as she told me, and I 

 believe truthfully, having no clothes to get up in, 

 she was obliged to stay where she was. Turning 

 to go out, I stumbled over our boatman, who at once 

 commenced most profuse apologies. It appears he 

 was just off to destroy his " bar," when, my pilot 

 had told him I was not an excise officer, and the 

 Princess May was not a gunboat. So he went off to 

 tell the engineer the anchorage was good enough. 

 I fear that is not the only barred salmon river in 

 Labrador. 



Further north we steamed up Sandwich Bay, and 

 visited, among other places, Cartwright, now a 

 Hudson Bay post, but founded about 1790 by an 



