
BOUND WITH WIRE CABLE, 
trary of the above. It was of a well-known and 
able railway engineer, who located miles of 
road, but on several occasions got off the line 
without any instruments, and got lost each 
time. 
But to get back to our muttons. This same 
woodsman used to tell about the time that 
“Skipper Tommy” lost himself and the Goy- 
ernor; he had the story from the old man 
himself. 
Sir Thomas Blank, Governor of the island, 
accompanied by an English nobleman, his guest 
at Government House, a captain of a British 
man o’ war, and his private secretary started in 
deer hunting. They took along Skipper Tommy 
for guide and general factotum. They were 
well equipped, the Secretary especially had a 
large leather-covered flask of the “ardent” hung 
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ce 
Tommy assuring them constantly that they’d 
soon strike the trail. The whole party were 
completely jaded and were growing very dis- 
contented. Presently Tommy spied a “bald 
rock” that was as well-known to him as the 
Statue of Liberty sis known to New Yorkers. 
He stopped suddenly, took off his old cap, 
scratched his head, and with a vacant look in 
his eye, said to the Governor: “Be the mortial, 
your Honor, I must confess to me shame, that 
I’m a lost man. I’m lost this two hours past, 
and I don’t think I’ll find meself till this fog 
blows away.” wl 
The Governor and company were disgusted 
at the prospect of spending the night on ‘the 
barrens, especially as they had calculated on 
staying at the village hostelry that night, where 
extensive preparations had been made for their 
A 


CIGAR-SHAPED MASS OF LOGS.” 
up another handful of moss, smelled it, and an 
eager look came into his eye. He then smelled 
it again, looked confused and disappointed, and 
then deliberately put some in his mouth and 
tasted it. Suddenly a look of intelligence came 
,into his eyes, and a broad grin spread over his 
face, and he shouted, “Come on, your Honor! 
I’m found all right. Sure, I knows be the taste 
of it just where we are.” In fifteen minutes 
they struck a trail that was as familiar to Tommy 
as Broadway is to the postman, and in another 
.-hour or so, just as the rain commenced to de- 
scend freely, they were all snugly ensconced 
around the open fire-place® at the hospitable 
hostelry of S——, discussing a good warm supper. 
The Governor in after days used to cite the 
circumstances, as an instance of the marvelous 
instinct of some Newfoundland guides, while 

“LIKE A GREAT SEA SERPENT.” 
over his shoulder. Tom thought he ought to 
have been more generous and took a dislike to 
the Secretary. Whether this had had any effect 
on the Skipper, or whether a heavy fog, which 
had settled down about 2 o’clock in the after- 
noon, obliterating all the landmarks, was the 
cause, he never would say, but the fact was, 
Tom realized that he was hopelessly lost, had 
not the remotest idea where he was, or how 
to get out of it. He kept his counsel to him- 
self and tramped on with the cavalcade string- 
ing out behind him. 
By and by they rested and the Governor 
hinted to Tommy, that they appeared to be 
covering more ground getting out, than they 
had traversed going in, and he put it squarely 
to Tommy, and asked him if they were really 
astray. Tommy assured them with oaths that 
they were not lost, and started on again. They 
tramped on till nearly six in the evening, 
reception. To add to their misery, it looked like 
as if it would rain good and hard before very 
long. However, while the rest of the party 
growled, the Gowernor took it in good part, 
so they had a light lunch, which they washed 
down with the medicine out of the big flask. 
The Governor handed the flask to Tom and told 
him to take a darn and see would it help him. 
Tom took a long pull and a strong pull, and 
praised the brand and the maker. While they 
were discussing what was best to be done, Tom 
strolled over to the big rock, while the rest of 
the party looked on with undisguised curiosity. 
He took a handful of moss, cocked one eye, 
and put the moss to his nose, and took two or 
three audible sniffs at it. Meanwhile curiosity 
in the watchers ran high, and they eyed him in- 
tently, wondering if the medicine had deprived 
him of the few grains of sense he had originally 
possessed. He went a few steps further, took 
AS IT STRUCK THE WATER. 
Tommy used to regale his cronies over a glass 
of “St. Peters” with an account of the time he 
“codded” the Governor and the nobility. 
NEWFOUNDLAND. W. J. CARROLL. 
Kalamazoo Casters Plan a Tournament. 
Tue Kalamazoo Fly and Bait-Casting Club, of 
Kalamazoo, Mich., has elected the following offi- 
cers for the ensuing year: President, B. L. 
Shutts; vice-president, Dr. N. B. Hall; corre- 
sponding secretary, Harry W. Bush; recording > 
secretary, T. L. Fenker; treasurer, J. A. Pitkin; 
captain, E. R. Owen; advisory committee, David 
Osborne, William E. Kidder and Dr. M. West- 
brook. The club is making arrangements looking 
to the holding during next August of an inter- 
national fly and bait-casting tournament in Kala- 
mazoo, with prizes in all events, which will be 
numerous, varied and attractive. 
