your flat free, John, to take me aboard of her?"

"Yes, sir. Step right in, sir. But I thinks you'd better go ashore,
for the _Harlow's_ purser's ashore. If you can't get passage on the
_Harlow_ my schooner's here doing nothin' while I goes to St. Johns
for goods, and I'll have my men run you up to Nor'west River."

I thanked him and lost no time in going ashore in his boat, where I
found Mr. James Fraser, the factor, and received a hearty welcome. In
Mr. Fraser's office I found also the purser of the _Harlow_, and I
quickly arranged with him for a passage to Kenemish, which is ninety
miles up the inlet, and just across Groswater Bay (twelve miles) from
Northwest River Post. The _Harlow_ was to sail at daylight and I at
once returned to the mail boat, called the boys and, with the help of
the _Virginia's_ crew and one of their small boats, we were
transferred, bag and baggage, to the _Harlow_.

Owing to customs complications the _Harlow_ was later than expected in
leaving Rigolet, and it was evening before she dropped anchor at
Kenemish. I went ashore in the ship's boat and visited again the
lumber camp "cook house" where Dr. Hardy and I lay ill throng those
weary winter weeks, and where poor Hardy died. Hardy was the young
lumber company doctor who treated my frozen feet in the winter of
1903-1904. Here I met Fred Blake, a Northwest River trapper. Fred
had his flat, and I engaged him to take a part of our luggage to
Northwest River. Then I returned to the ship to send the boys ahead
with the canoes and some of our baggage, while I waited behind to
follow with Fred and the rest of the kit in his flat a half hour
later.