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True, they had charts, but the charts were most incomplete, and no Newfoundlander sails by them. The Princess May, a mere cockle-shell, was too small, it was said, for the undertaking. She was six years old and Grenfell had not given her a try-out.
He had left Brave some distance back, digging at a hole in a stump where a mink had taken refuge, and he had not yet come up. If the Newfoundlander had been by his side he would have felt comparatively safe. Frank stood for some minutes undecided how to act. Should he go back to the house and get assistance?
This naturally means that if the ship is unsuccessful they get nothing for all their terrible toil and exposure. Indeed, Miss Jelliffe, they are brave people and hard workers, who never get more than the scantiest rewards. I think I am becoming very fond of them. I'm a Newfoundlander, you know." "Was it home-sickness that brought you back?" she asked.
It was only very late in the afternoon that I discovered the domicile to be tenanted by three adults and seven children, most of whom now cheerfully curl up on the floor. This, however, is never considered as a hardship by a Newfoundlander. To him anything softer than a plank is luxury. When I saw Miss Jelliffe back to her house she asked me to come in for lunch.
"Jolly for you!" shouted a Newfoundland sailor, whom Ootah recognized as having been in the region with some sportsmen from far away America several years before. As they danced the visitors broke into the fragments of a wild sailor's chorus. When they had finished, the Newfoundlander, a tall, tough, red-faced whaler, drank again from his flask and strode to the shore.
And perhaps he has a Newfoundlander with a bushy tail and a brass collar, that would be nicer than a kangaroo. But but" looking comically bothered, "I never knew a carpenter's son in my life. I am sure my father would not give me permission, I am sure he would be very angry, if I asked him. Are they not very disagreeable, that sort of boys?
Nor Skipper Ed's teaching: "Destiny is God's will." The Wilderness Castaways By One of the "meatiest" stories for boys that has seen the light for many years. The tale of how two lads, one a self-reliant Newfoundlander, and the other an over-pampered New Yorker, went adrift in a fog on Hudson Bay and were forced to make their own living out of the wild in a sub-Arctic winter.
It made more certain his catch of cod, and therefore lessened the possibility of winters of privation. It is interesting to know how the fishermen of The Labrador catch cod. It may be worth while also to explain that when the Labradorman or Newfoundlander speaks of "fish" he means cod in his vocabulary. A trout is a trout, a salmon is a salmon and a caplin is a caplin, but a cod is a fish.
There is little Fiddy, the small spaniel, at my feet, where he has lain every day for eight years; and there is Bronti, the fine big Newfoundlander, lying, where do you think? Why the rogue has got upon the sofa, and when I shake my head at him, he wags his long tail, and turns up his large bright eyes to my face, as much as to say, "Pray let me stop here; it is so comfortable."
Have you any of the bullets here? for I suppose the rifle was lost at the same time." The sailing-master, or rather pilot, a short, thick-set Newfoundlander, took up the conversation. "Dere's de rifle now, hangin' over your head. De captain was ailin', an' his brother, who fancied de little piece, carried it. Dere's one of de cartridges in it yet."
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