m l k E were beating up the Straits to the 

 Labrador when a great gale swooped 

 down on us and drove us like a scared wild 

 duck into a cleft in the mountains, where 

 the breakers roared and the seals barked on 

 the black rocks and the reefs bared their 

 teeth on either side, like the long jaws of 

 a wolf, to snap at us as we passed. 



In our flight we had picked up a fisher- 

 man — snatched him out of his helpless punt 



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