kindness they quickly helped me “salvage” the contents of the canoe dried everything out as well as possible, and refreshed me with supper and a good night’s sleep.

North Shore

Next morning my friends the Andersons saw me off and I pointed Tota’s prow in the direction of Cable Head.

I paddled past one point, I came to another; I passed it, in front of me another. I had already paddled by so many small capes that I had lost all count of them. Would they never end and would I never come to Cable Head itself?

Finally, I rounded what I took to be Cable Head itself and saw before me the long stretch of sand-dunes reaching from Schooner Pond to the mouth of St. Peter’s Harbour. Going ashore at Cable Head for a quick snack, I was most hospitably received by the

Simons family, of whom I remember the boys as excellent trained swimmers.

After Cable Head my next “going ashore” was along the sand- dunes opposite Stukeley farm. Here I was royally received and

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