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Though a man of high account in his own province, his past honors paled before the splendor of the titles said to have been now conferred on him, Lord of Norembega, Viceroy and Lieutenant-General in Canada, Hochelaga, Saguenay, Newfoundland, Belle Isle, Carpunt, Labrador, the Great Bay, and Baccalaos.
"To your own rod?" asked the inquirer, in admiration. "No-o-o," said Beekman, "there were two of us." There were two of them, also, the following year, when they joined the Natasheebo Salmon Club and fished that celebrated river in Labrador. The custom of drawing lots every night for the water that each member was to angle over the next day, seemed to be especially designed to fit the situation.
"I must thank you again," Hodder answered, "but I felt as I wrote you that certain matters made it impossible for me to go." "I suppose you had your reasons, but I think you would have enjoyed the trip. I had a good, seaworthy boat I chartered her from Mr. Lieber, the president of the Continental Zinc, you know. I went as far as Labrador. A wonderful coast, Mr. Hodder."
Thus, our harbour lay, a still, deep basin, in the shelter of three islands and a cape of the mainland: and we loved it, drear as it was, because we were born there and knew no kinder land; and we boasted it, in all the harbours of the Labrador, because it was a safe place, whatever the gale that blew. The WORLD From The WATCHMAN
As March was not yet ended when our lads were received aboard the "Labrador," and as she would not return to port until the last minute of the open season had expired, they had before them nearly a month in which to recover their exhausted energies and learn the business of sealing.
I never knowed a man like you afore, says he. 'T' my knowledge, you're the on'y man in the Labrador fleet would do it. I'm proud, says he, 't' take the hand o' the man with nerve enough t' marry Walrus Liz o' Whoopin' Harbor. "The devil got in the eyes o' the cook a jumpin' little brimstone devil, ecod! "'Ay, lad, says the skipper, 'I'm proud t' know the man that isn't afeared o' Walrus
The Labrador expedition will succeed where I have failed." To Natalie: "You had better go. There will only be an explosion. The island will probably disappear. That will be all." "Do you remain?" she asked. "Yes. I perish with my failure." "Then I perish with you. And you, Marcel, save yourself you coward!" I started as if struck in the face. Then I said to Edith: "Be careful to keep to the track.
From 4 to 8, 4 leagues: from 8. to 12, 3 leagues: from 12 to 4, north and by west, 6 leagues, but very foggy; from thence to 8 of the clock in the morning little wind, but at the clearing up of the fog we had sight of land, which I supposed to be Labrador, with great store of ice about the land; I ran in towards it, and sounded, but could get no land at 100 fathoms, and the ice being so thick I could not get to the shore, and so lay off and came clear of the ice.
The next day we came thwart of Gabriel's Island, and at eight of the clock at night we had the Cape Labrador west from us ten leagues. The twenty-eighth day we went our course south-east. We sailed south-east and by east, twenty-two leagues.
Fort Chimo is the chief establishment of the fur trading companies on Ungava Bay, and is the farthest off and most isolated station in northern Labrador.
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