fore the rolling waters,
experiencing about the same sensation one can imagine a young sea-gull
feels when he begins to fly.

While the skipper was at work in the tobacco locker one morning he
heard a fisherman say that he had taken poison.

"Where did you get it?"

"I got it from the Albert."

"Who gave it to you?"

"Skipper ----" mentioning the skipper's name.

At this the skipper came out trembling, wondering what he had done
wrong now.

"Well, you see it was this way. Our skipper had a bad leg, so as I was
going aboard for some corf mixture, he just arst me to get him a drop
of something to rub in. Well, the skipper here gives me a bottle of
red liniment for our skipper's leg, and a big bottle of corf mixture
for me, but by mistake I drinks the liniment and gave the corf mixture
to our skipper to rub in his leg. I only found out that there
yesterday, so I knew I were poisoned, and I've been lying up ever
since."

"How long ago did you get the medicine?"

"About a fortnight."

This man had got it into his head that he was poisoned, and nothing on
earth would persuade him to the contrary, so he was put to bed in the
hospital. For three meals he had nothing but water and a dose of
castor oil. By the next time dinner came round the patient really
began to think he was on the mend, and remarked that "he began to feel
real hungry like." It was just marvellous how much better he was
before tea. He went home to his old smack, cured, and greatly
impressed with the capacity of the medical profession.

The first piece of news that reached us in the spring was that the Sir
Donald had been found frozen in the floe ice far out on the Atlantic.
No one was on board her, and there was little of any kind in her, but
even the hardy crew of Newfoundland sealers who found her, as they
wandered over the floating ice-fields in search of seals, did not fail
to appreciate the weird and romantic suggestions of a derelict Mission
steamer, keeping her lonely watch on that awful, deathlike waste. She
had been left at Assizes Harbour, usually an absolutely safe haven of
rest. But she was not destined to end her chequered career so
peacefully, for the Arctic ice came surging in and froze fast to her
devoted sides, then bore her bodily into the open sea, as if to give
her a fitting burial. The sealing ship Ranger passed her a friendly
rope, and she at length felt the joyful life of the rolling ocean
beneath her once more, and soon