Here an old man and his granddaughter, who kept house for him, met me at the shore and coaxed me to come and stay the night. When scarcely had slumber sealed my senses, the other inhabitants of the house, “aborigines of distinguished pedigree whose ancestors found homes in the Silurian beds before the human race was con- ceived”, arrived to disturb my sleep. A quick inspection with my flashlight revealed hundreds of them coming out of the woodwork from all directions. After going all over my naked body thoroughly with my hands and shaking out my two garments vigorously, I stole softly down the stairs, not wishing to offend my host, and so out into the night. Perhaps the little girl had developed an immunity; if not, I can only think of her as another “dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell”.

A mile or so paddle in the night and a road appeared leading back inland from the beach. Leaving the canoe safely back from the windy shore, I followed the road until I came to the Priest’s house. Here I roused out Fr. Mike Francis and his housekeeper — sister Margaret long enough to get their permission to sleep on a cot on the verandah, being determined not to sleep in their house (even if they had insisted, which they wisely didn’t).

Telling my hosts during breakfast some of my adventures, I soon after said my thanks for their hospitality and was gone.

As I paddled along lazily and still half asleep somewhere in the vicinity of Seal Point, the head of a seal, big as a horse’s head. suddenly appeared about 20 feet from the canoe and its owner followed along keeping me company for some fifty yards. He must have been an old one, maybe the original for whom the Point was named.

Here it should be remarked that in the Northumberland Strait area between Seal Point on the West and Souris on the East 1 saw hundreds of seals; on the North Side none. It is possible that this factor had something to do with fish and lobster being more abundant on the North Side.

Being led into temptation by the sight of so many lobster buoys all around me, I at last yielded and hauling up two traps helped myself gratefully to 4 or 5 lovely crustaceans. At Howard’s Cove a real surprise awaited, none other than several members of the John Stewart family and their cousin Aileen Howard, all old friends and as

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