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schooner or sailing boat of any kind ; however, 

 as usual, Steve and John were not to be de- 

 feated, but said they would row me down to 

 Anderson's Cove in the fishing dory. 



The morning of the 24th was lovely and calm, 

 but a wind sprang up just as we got aw r ay and 

 it was soon blowing a gale in our teeth and we 

 were shipping heavy seas. Steve and John 

 struggled gallantly on, but at 2 o'clock we 

 had to halt, as we could make no way. After 

 about two hours, when we were considering 

 how we could pass the night, the wind dropped 

 as suddenly as it rose and we reached John 

 Saunders' house just at dark. Anderson's 

 Cove was two miles farther on. Saunders was 

 a fine specimen of the old settler, and his house 

 was a picture of cleanliness and neatness. The 

 sails of his schooner were unbent, so we decided 

 to go on to the Cove where the leading trader, 

 Mr. Thornhill, lived, and Steve said he had a 

 sailing boat and could put us across next 

 morning. There was a slight difficulty about 

 this, as one of the hands wanted a guarantee of 

 so many dollars a day should he be detained in 

 Belleoram. I cut matters short by sending a 

 wire to Saunders to bend his sails and come 

 over as early as he could in the morning. I 

 think my friends at Anderson's Cove were a 

 bit disappointed when Saunders and his smart 



