Cape North 
related to any one we had met — and who 
is not related in that part of the world ? — 
claimed acquaintance, and it was dark before 
we reached our destination, and we were 
troubled. Just as the case began to look 
serious, we saw a dim form approaching. We 
asked it the way to Angus McDonald's, and 
the man replied that he was Angus McDonald 
himself, and was on the way home, and that 
we had missed the turn and must go back 
a little way. Providential meeting! Gladly 
we retraced our steps, and were soon in the 
warmth of the McDonald hearthstone. 
It rained all night, and in the morning the 
sky was wet and sullen, but we decided to 
press on. Better a wetting than isolation in 
any of these cottages ; so on we went, and 
soon the rain came down as if in a fury at 
having let us escape so long. We crossed the 
iron bridge over the Barasois River and did 
not turn to the left toward Torquil McLane's 
ferry, for the waves ran high in Englishtown 
Harbour and there would be no crossing there 
that day. So we turned to the right and went 
" North River way," which is longer but not 
complicated by ferries. 
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