followed by freezing cold had caused their clothes to begin freezing on them.

.It was an elated bunch of men who saw the Cape Pine lighthouse loom up before them in the distance with a column of cheerful, black smoke curling from the chimney. It wasn’t long before they reached the lighthouse where the keeper and his wife stared with amazement as they noticed the shipwrecked men coming towards them. However, they lost no time in getting them something to eat and some dry clothes. After listening to their tale of woe and hearing a description of the rocks, the keeper decided they had come to grief at a place called Black Head. Later, he confirmed this by visiting the spot and seeing the wreck. In all his years there, he remembered 11 vessels having been lost at the same place but could not recall a single crew having escaped before.

It was found that Mr. MacDonald’s legs were black and blue with bruises caused by the jagged rocks on the cliff. The lighthouse keep- er’s wife provided some liniment which gave some relief.

The crew then turned in and slept for the rest of the day and most of the night. Early next morning they began the 16-mile trip to the nearest settlement, Trepassy. There was no road connecting with the place and the whole of the journey was over a rough trail. However, this did not daunt the men as they looked forward eagerly to their return to civilization. When they arrived at the village, the ship’s owner wired his wife in Cardigan of their safe landing.

They then took the train to St. John’s where they caught a boat a few days later. The steamer was sailing for Sydney, N.S. but unfortu- nately on the trip they ran into another northwester and had to “lay to” for 24 hours on the lee of Langley Island. However, the ship- wrecked men got back to the Island on Christmas Eve. The cook, Arthur Yorston, remained in Newfoundland where he secured a job as a school teacher.

“Daddy Saved”

The folks at home had given up all hopes of ever seeing the men again when it was learned that they were caught out in the fierce

storm shortly after commencing their voyage. As day after day went by and no word was forthcoming, it was believed all had perished. Almost every day reports of ships being overdue and wrecks being washed up on shore were read about in the papers. This increased their worries. A sorrowing wife and family were on the verge of giving up hope for the return of their husband and father when a peculiar thing happened at the MacDonald home.

They all retired as usual on Sunday night, December 14, the evening the Barbara MacDonald struck the outer rocks of Cape Pine. Prayers were offered up for the safety of the father. Three year old Gertrude, his youngest daughter, who was hardly old enough to realize what was taking place, joined in. Just before break of day, the mother was awakened when she heard the little girl cry out excitedly, from her bedside, “Mama, Mama, Daddy is saved.” After delivering this com- forting message, the little girl who appeared to be still in her sleep, returned to her bed and continued her slumber. At the time, the inci- dent was put down as a dream, but later developments brought its significance to light. The time the little girl had the vision coincided