“No", Jim said, “they are right here". And told him the story. Then with Mr. Hayter’s dory we rowed back to the Island where they all had spent a night worrying. Another trip across the bar that I recall involved my father and my oldest brother, Lloyd. They took a young beef animal over to Launching to be sold. it was walked behind the horse and cart. There was a sandbar you could cross at low tide which had one narrow section of water that was deeper than the rest. You had to wade the horse through that part. This was called “Hughie’s Channel” and was caused from the fishing boats dragging in and out. They crossed over to Launching and sold the animal for $60.00 to a cattle buyer by the name of Jim Shaw. On the way back the tide had risen quite a bit, and when they got to the channel it was so deep that the cart floated off the wheels, as it was just set on by pins. The horse started swimming but was heading up the bay into deeper water. Lloyd jumped over and swam to shallow water. My father tried to steer the horse to shore but horses are hard to rein in water. Jim Hayter, seeing what was gong on, came out with his dory. He and my father were able to lead the horse back to shore where they discovered that the $60.00 was gone. Again with Jim’s dory, they went out and found the three $20. bills floating on the water. I also recall the last year the Llewellyn’s cook house ran on the Island (I believe it was 1946). Quite a few fishermen had moved to Launching Harbour or to Georgetown by that time. Although our family had moved to Georgetown, we went back to Boughton Island to live for the lobster fishing season. A mother and two daughters from Souris were cooks at the Llewellyn cookhouse. One girl had a black cat. l was rowing them out by dory to a fishing boat that was to take them back to Souris. Before we got to the boat the cat jumped out and one of the girls tried to grab it. The dory went over on it's side. filled with water, and they all went overboard. l hauled the mother back into the half-filled dory and paddled with one oar to the others while lying in the stern of the dory. One girl could swim but she was too frightened. I held on to the two girls until help came from Jim Llewellyn and Irving Sampson who saw what was happening from the shore. Everyone ended up wet but safe. The whole thing was blamed on the black cat which had climbed back in to the dory on its own. Although there was many close calls getting on and off the Island, no one was ever lost. PARTINGS 78