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Leaving the schooners, the captain now went through the settlement, and made a few inquiries, with no further result. Nothing had been heard by any one about any drifting boat, and they were at last compelled to see that in Quaco there was no further hope of gaining any information whatever about Tom. After this, the captain informed the boys that he was going back to the schooner to sleep.
"Wal, a con-siderable distance down the bay." "What are you going to do?" "Wal I've about made up my mind whar to go." "Where?" "I'm thinkin of puttin into Quaco." "Quaco?" "Yes." "How far is it from here?" "Not very fur, 'cordin to my calc'lations. My idee is, that the boat may have drifted down along here and got ashore.
You take a good snowstorm in this Bay of Fundy, an let a schooner get lost in it, an not know whar she is, an if Quaco Ledge don't bring her up all standin, then I'm a Injine." "Is it a large place?" "Considerably too large for comfort," said the captain. "They've sounded it, an found the whole shoal about three an a half mile long, an a half a mile broad.
"Wal," said Captain Corbet, "thar's a good sou-wester started up, an as I had a few winks o' sleep, I jest thought I'd try to push on up the bay, an get as far as I could. If I'd ben in any other place than this, I wouldn't hev minded, but I'd hev taken my snooze out; but I'm too near Quaco Ledge by a good sight, an would rayther get further off.
"Wal, Quaco Ledge is nigh about half way between Quaco settlement and Ile Haute, bein a'most in the middle of the bay, an in a terrible dangerous place for coasters, especially in a fog, or in a snow-storm. Many's the vessel that's gone an never heard of, that Quaco Ledge could tell all about, if it could speak.
Ef so, he may have made for Quaco, an its jest possible that we may hear about him." "Is this the most likely place for a boat to go ashore?" "Wal, all things considered, a boat is more likely to go ashore on the New Brunswick side, driftin from Petticoat Jack; but at the same time 'tain't at all certain. Thar's ony a ghost of a chance, mind. I don't feel over certain about it."
"O, we can take care of ourselves, captain," said Bart "No, you can't not you. I wouldn't trust one of you. I'm getting to be a feeble creetur too, so don't go away agin." "Well, I don't think we'll have a chance in Quaco. Arn't we going to leave to-night?" "Wal, that thar is jest the pint that I've been moosin on. You see it's thick; the fog's as bad as ever. What's the use of going out to-night?
Each eye was adorned with an enormous circle to represent the effect of blows, and on his forehead was written in this indelible ink in large print letters, like those on the starn-board of a vessel, the words "Jehu of Quaco." In the morning we made preparations for visiting the Bachelor Beaver.
I thought we were a mile further up the bay; we've been a doin better than I thought for." "Shall we be able to get into Quaco any sooner?" "Wal, not much." "I thought from what you said that we were a mile nearer." "So we air, but that don't make any very great difference." "Why, we ought to get in all the sooner, I should think." "No; not much." "Why not? I don't understand that."
"How long will we drift?" "Wal, for about two hours darsn't drift longer; an besides, don't want to." "Why not?" "Darsn't. Thar's a place down thar that every vessel on this here bay steers clear of, an every navigator feels dreadful shy of." "What place is that?" "Quaco Ledge," said Captain Corbet, in a solemn tone.
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