At the first cape east of Wood Island I observed some two dozen 
     
     large seals “roosting” on exposed rocks. They quickly slid into the 
     
     water and followed us for a hundred yards or so coming quite close 
     
     to the canoe. They seemed very curious tho’ I imagined they were 
     
     more interested in Bozo than in her companion, a mere human. 
     
    
   
   
    
     As I approached Little Sands, I could observe a man fishing 
     
     from a dory a hundred feet off the Wharf and thought that to him 
     
     the canoe would show clearly — in silhouette at least — against the 
     
     western sunset. At the Wharf I found that the dory had preceded 
     
     me. On landing I received a warm handshake from the fisherman 
     
     who greeted me with a twinkle in his eye in these words, “I thought 
     
     you were the big Indian coming down from Wood Islands for 
     
     medicine for his wife. I’m John Dan MacLean. You must come up to 
     
     the house and stay overnight with my son Archie. I live a mile or so 
     
     away but Archie’s house is just up from the wharf.” 
     
    
   
   
    
     At Archie’s Bozo was the main attraction at least to the little 
     
     four— and five-year-olds Claire and Kathleen and they romped and 
     
     played with “Bozo” till bed-time. 
     
    
   
   
    
     When I revisited Archie’s some weeks later with a few grapes as 
     
     a “Thank You”, the little girls were sent up to “Grampy’s” to get 
     
     him. “Who is down at Archie’s?” John Dan asked. “Boozo’s 
     
     fah—ther”, the little angels replied. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Next morning, (Thursday, August 9th.), after a tearful farewell 
     
     to 80020 from Claire and Kathleen (I didn’t count), Archie and I took 
     
     off at daylight as Archie wanted to see me safe past the deep water 
     
     along the rough coast at High Bank. From High Bank we parted, 
     
     Archie heading south in his big motor-boat with a cow on board to be 
     
     delivered at Pictou Island, and l in my little “egg shell” pointing for 
     
     White Sands, Guernsey Cove and Cape Bear. 
     
    
   
   
    
     One thing I particularly noticed along this deep-water coast was 
     
     the great abundance of sea plants of various kinds — Fucus or Rock 
     
     Weed, Kelp, Irish Moss, etc. Along about mid-morning we went 
     
     ashore at a small cove with a sandy beach for a cold lunch of 
     
    
   
   
    
     sardines, bread, jam, etc., and a short rest before tackling Cape 
     
     Bear. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The square wooded tip of Cape Bear proved a bit formidable — 
     
     a great quantity of barely submerged rocks, a strong tide and “half- 
     
     seas over”. 
     
    
   
   
    
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