-head," the Pomiuk, in a heavy gale of wind was smashed
to atoms on a terrible reef of rocks off Domino Point a mile from
land--fortunately with no one aboard. Yet another of our fine yawls,
the Andrew McCosh, given us by the students of Princeton, was driven
from her anchors on to the dangerous Point Amour, where years ago,
H.M.S. Lily was lost, and whose bones still lie bleaching on the rocky
foreshore at the foot of the cliffs. Much as I love the sea, it made
one rather "sore" that it should serve us such a turn as wrecking the
McCosh. I have been on the sea for over thirty years and never lost a
vessel while aboard her, but to look on while the waves destroyed so
beautiful a handmaid almost reconciled me to the statement that in
heaven there shall "be no more sea."

It was near this same spot that in November, 1905, a very old vessel,
while trying to cross the Straits in a breeze, suddenly sprung a leak
which sent her to the bottom in spite of all the pumping which could
be done. The six men aboard were able to keep afloat at that time of
year in the open Atlantic out of sight of land for five days and
nights. They had nothing to eat but dry bread, and no covering of any
kind. The winds were heavy and the seas high all the while. By
patiently keeping their little boat's head to the wind with the oars,
for they had not any sails, day after day and night after night, and
backing her astern when a breaker threatened to overwhelm them, they
eventually reached land safe and sound.

The special interest about the launches has always been the pleasant
connection which they have enabled us to maintain with the
universities. Yale crews, Harvard crews, Princeton crews, Johns
Hopkins crews, College of Physicians and Surgeons crews, and combined
crews of many others, have in succeeding years thus become interested.
Occasionally these men have taken back some of their Labrador
shipmates to the United States for a year's education, and in that and
other ways, so they say, have they themselves received much real joy
and inspiration.

In order to maintain the interest which Canada had taken in our work,
it had in some way to be organized. We had volunteer honorary
secretaries in a few cities, but no way of keeping them informed of
our needs and our progress. In New England a most loyal friend, Miss
Emma White, who ever since has been secretary and devoted helper of
the Labrador work there, had started a regular association with