We  rushed  by  the  Bay  of  Chaleur,  and  by  daylight
made  Miscou.  The  wind  grew  stronger  as  the  sun
rose,  and  though  we  had  planned  to  keep  to  the  east-
ward of  North  Point,  and  sail  through  the  pleasant
waters  of  Northumberland  Strait,  stopping  at  Pictou
for  a  day  or  two,  we  were  driven  so  far  out  to  sea  that
we  were  compelled  to  go  back  the  same  w^ay  we  came,
along  the  northern  shore  of  Prince  Edward's.  We
passed  a  large  number  of  fishing  schooners  lying
to  under  trysails,  but  managed  to  hold  our  course
until  we  got  under  the  lee.
It  is  not  necessary  to  describe  the  home  trip  in  de-
tail. We  sailed  through  the  beautiful  and  quiet  wa-
ters of  the  Gut  of  Canso,  stopping  at  Port  Mulgrave  to
get  a  huge  package  of  letters,  which  were  more  cheer-
ing than  can  be  imagined.  Across  Chedcbucto  Bay,
and  into  the  Little  Gut  of  Canso  next,  where  we
anchored,  as  it  was  almost  a  dead  calm.  There  we
got  ice,  fish,  and  lobsters,  and  had  made  preparations
to  remain  all  night,  when  the  water  rippled  to  the
eastward,  foretelling  a  stiff  breeze  from  that  direction.
"  I  fear  we  are  going  to  have  a  rough  night,"  said
the  captain.  "  This  wind  comes  up  in  an  ugly  sort  of
way,  and  my  impression  is  we  shall  get  a  heavy  blow
before  morning."

"  Well,  Cap,  we  can  stand  a  blow  as  well  as  any  one  ;
so  get  your  anchor  up  and  we'll  be  off."

"  It  won't  be  pleasant  to  run  into  an  old-fashioned
gale,"  he  replied, "  and  it  looks  now  as  if  we  were  go-
ing to  have  one."


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Starboard  and  Port.
