MacMillan), nearly 150 years earlier. A year or so later she consented

to sell me the bed and I still have it. “George Washington slept here”.

After a hearty breakfast at which I especially remember eating three large slices of delicious home-made bread, B020 and I took our departure and headed upriver toward Poplar Point, where I planned to call and see Belle Campbell, a very dear student of mine at P.W.C. Belle was certainly surprised to see me. After dinner, with Belle up front, we paddled the winding river to Bridgetown and back. It was a beautiful day and I hope and do believe that Belle enjoyed‘the trip.

As it was now getting close to “back to College”, I decided to “stop while I was ahead”. After a pleasant evening of telling the Campbells some of my adventures and enjoying their true Highland

hospitality, I slept in their guest room, a real sleep so much better than sleeping on the shore.

Next day I got a drive to Charlottetown, picked up my Model A, returned to Poplar Point, and drove, with Bozo in the car and Tota lashed down on the top, back to Tea Hill, to await the following summer when I planned to continue and complete, from where I had left off, myjourney around the Island.

VII

It is June 28th, 1935 and time to pick up my canoe trip where I had left off. Bozo had died before this of pneumonia so I was to travel without my good companion. I no longer used the triangular sail as being a danger factor in rough water. This time I took with me additionally a rubber ground-sheet (which experience had taught me to be essential for sleeping outdoors), and some postcards so as to keep friends along the way, and especially my mother, who still strangely enough seemed to worry about me, informed of my progress. I had also a portable gramaphone which a kind dear friend had foolishly insisted on my taking. I never did get to use it and it became ruined by several immersions in salt-water when the “breakers” on the North Side broke into the canoe.

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