He was a young man of high literary attainment and 
     
     professional knowledge and of unblemished character. 
     
     The testimonials accompanying the embalmed 
     
    
   
   
    
     remains is all the consolation left to his bereaved 
     
     parents in P.E.I. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Some months later I took my friend Prof. Henri Blanchard to 
     
     see this ancient French burial place, of which he had previously no 
     
    
   
   
    
     knowledge —- to my surprise —- for he, of all Acadians, knew their 
     
     history best. 
     
    
   
   
    
     From Wightman’s Point, Tota, Bozo and I crossed over to 
     
     Georgetown, arriving at the eastern wharf about six o’clock. By this 
     
     time the fog had lifted but the town itself was still sound asleep save 
     
     for one little boy about ten years old standing on the wharf to greet 
     
     me. An hour or so later smoke began to arise from the chimneys and 
     
     still later people appeared from their houses on their way to church. 
     
    
   
   
    
     At the home of Mr. and Mrs. Seymour Knight, whose daughters 
     
     Enid and Elsie were, the previous year, students at P.W.C., I 
     
     received the warmest hospitality and a delicious Sunday dinner most 
     
     welcome to a somewhat weary sailor. To Mr. Knight I expressed my 
     
     amazement (if that is the word) that John Dan Steele had been 
     
     around the Horn four times. In his quiet voice Seymour remarked, 
     
     “I was around the Horn twelve times myself”, — and all the time I 
     
    
   
   
    
     was under the misapprehension that he was just the local small-town 
     
     druggist. 
     
    
   
   
    
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     About two o’clock the Knights accompanied me back to the 
     
     wharf to bid me good-bye. I think the entire population of George- 
     
     town was gathered on the wharf to see us off. I was rather flattered, 
     
     at least until I learned somehow that the little boy, whom I had met 
     
    
   
   
    
     on first arriving, had spread the word that I was “paddling around 
     
     the World”. 
     
    
   
   
    
     After skirting Poxey Island or “Thrumcap” I sailed around the 
     
     coast and into the mouth of the Cardigan River. The paddle up the 
     
     Cardigan River was most enjoyable, the scenery beautiful, simply 
     
     beautiful. At Morrison’s Beach I paid a short visit to the Leightizers, 
     
    
   
   
    
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