Mackenzie is a bachelor, tall, lean, high-spirited, and the soul
hospitality. Hubbard promptly dubbed him a "bully fellow."
Probably this was partly due to the fact that he was the first man
in Labrador to give us any encouragement. We had not been there an
hour when he became infected with Hubbard's enthusiasm and said he
would pack up that night and be ready to start with us in the
morning, if he only were free to do so.

To our great disappointment and chagrin, we found that Mackenzie
had no fish nets to sell. We had been unable to obtain any at
Rigolet, and now we were told that none was to be had anywhere in
that part of Labrador. Hubbard realised fully the importance of a
gill net as a part of our equipment and had originally intended to
purchase one before leaving New York; but he was advised by Mr. A.
P. Low of the Canadian Geological Survey that it would be better to
defer its purchase until we reached Rigolet Post or Northwest
River, where he said we could get a net such as would be best
adapted to the country. Hubbard had no reason to doubt the
accuracy of this information, as Mr. Low had previously spent
several months at these posts when engaged in the work of mapping
out the peninsula. Conditions, however, had changed, unfortunately
for us, since Mr. Low's visit to Labrador. Seeing the quandary we
were in, Mackenzie got out an old three-inch gill net that had been
lying in a corner of one of his buildings. He said he was afraid
it was worn out, but if we could make any use of it, we might take
it. We, too, had our doubts as to its utility; but, as it was the
best obtainable, Hubbard accepted it thankfully and Mackenzie had
two of his men unravel it and patch it up.

During the afternoon we got our outfit in shape, ready for the