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smell oi' tile liair would euimnunicate the iufeetion 

 to the rest of her eountiy folks ou her return, yet 

 I was not able to prevail on her to consent to its 

 being thro^Yn overboard. She angril}' snatched it 

 from me, locked it up in one of her trunks, and 

 never would permit me to get sight of it after- 

 wards; flying into a violent passion of anger and 

 grief whenever I mentioned the subject, which I 

 did almost every day, in hopes of succeeding at 

 last. 



Friclai/, August 27, 1773. This evening at sun- 

 set w^e got sight of the land, and judged om-selves 

 to be nine or ten leagues from it; the next morn- 

 ing at day-light we found ourselves about three 

 leagues from Cape St. Francis, and at eight 

 o'clock at night came to an anchor in Charles 

 Harbour. 



Sundaij. August 29, 1773. Early in the morning 

 I went on shore at Stage Cove, and found the 

 house locked up. I sent the boat to the Lodge, 

 and walked across the Barrens to Bare Point, 

 where I met her again, Avith two of my people on 

 board. From them I learned that they had killed 

 in the winter as many seals as produced twelve 

 tuns <»r oil: and caught fifty tierces of salmon this 

 suninici-. I shot six curlews, and n utov plover' 

 in my way thither, and returned to llic boat. 



Tuesdaj/, August 31, 1773. About noon almost 

 the whole of the three southernmost Iribes of Es- 

 (|uimaux, amoiuiting to five hundi'ed souls or 



' Thf bird known in Enjjlimrl its the Rn-y plover w rallc<l by American 

 omithologiHts thf hliirk-bellicd plover, SquaUirola sqvuiUirola. 



