Everything about them was inky black and they still had no indica¬ tion of how much farther they must go. After an hour's climb, which seemed an eternity, they were only a fraction of the way up but believed they were near the top. Hour after hour dragged on. The men were still toiling tirelessly along their weary upward journey. Surely, they thought, this terrible climb must end with the next few upward steps. During one of his pauses on the side of that foreboding cliff, when it seemed that his bleeding shins and knees would carry him no farther, Mr. MacDonald prayed fervently that the top would be reached soon. Clinging to the cliff with one hand, he placed the other in his pocket and drew forth his rosary to pray as he climbed. He placed this inside the glove he was wearing. The rough usage they received as he climbed the rock broke the beads and they were scattered about in the glove. Later, Mr. MacDonald proudly displayed the beads, not one of which was lost during the terrible ordeal. At The Top Just as the world emerged from the darkness of the night after a seven hour nightmare of climbing, the shipwrecked crew discovered that they were near the summit of what they were beginning to think was an endless cliff. As each man stole a glance below him, he shud¬ dered at the sight that met his eye. A solid rock wall for hundreds of feet stretched down to the sea. A heartbreaking sight met Mr. Mac - Donald 's eyes. There below was the wreck of his $30,000 vessel and her cargo ($16,000) which was a total loss. All that was left sticking out of the water was the forward part of the forward rigging. The rest had been carried away with the undertow. However, it was not time to think about such material matters as the men had the last few dangerous feet to scale before reaching safety. One or two had already reached the top and these now turned to give their companions a helping hand. The owner of the wrecked ship ran into a snag when almost at the top. An overhanging ledge seemed to bar his chance of getting any farther and he was unable to find an avenue of escape to either side. One of the men above noticed his predicament and came to his aid. This man was wearing a strong leather belt which he took off and lowered to Mr. MacDonald . The latter seized it and was hauled to safety. At last all the men were safe on land. When they took another glance below, a cold shiver ran up their spines as they thought of the danger they had just come through unscathed. For the second time on the voyage they had cheated death. The next problem that confronted the men, whose limbs were bruised and bleeding beneath their torn clothes, was that of finding food and shelter. While climbing the rocks they heard a fog whistle in the distance but now it was silent. A hasty council-of-war was held and it was decided to follow the direction the majority agreed upon. Not a speck of human habitation was visible as far as the eye could see. Only the wilderness stared at the unfortunate sailors. They started walking in the westerly direction in the hope of finding the lighthouse from which the sound of the whistle was heard. They continued walking, or rather stumbling, over the pathless waste of rock and tangle of scrubby spruce for close to three miles before a house was sighted in the distance. Rain 23