After the first couple of days the coal was all burnt, we had no heat and it was awful cold in the cars. There was a good size shed there with a big pot belly stove in it for the sector men's use. So we used to go there in crowds to keep warm, just standing room, but it was better than sitting in cold railway cars. It's the only time in my life I can remember going to sleep stood up. Then our big problem was no food. When we got good and hungry we used to go to the secton news cabins and knock on the door and ask if we could buy a lunch. Most times they let us in and gave us a lunch. A good hot cup of tea and bread and butter. It was some good, a real treat. I think that was the first time in my life I knew what real hunger was. After a few days they got the tracks clear of snow and coal delivered by horse and cart, got steam up again and the engines thawed out. We stocked again and finally got to Whitbourne. The ninth day after leaving Curling; hungry, dirty and sleepy, we reached Whitboume. The next day we boarded the Argentia Train for Argentia, ten days out from Curling. I wonder if there are any people around now who spent ten days on the old Newfie Bullet trying to get from Curling to Argentia? There on the site they were building the Naval Base. They had seven cook houses and places to eat, seven bunk houses and god knows how many thousands of men working. We started working the day after we arrived. The weather was cold, damp and foggy. Most times we had to wear our rubber clothes. We were building two story barracks. I can tell any one, it was not too pleasant in the month of January and February up on them roofs trying to work with a suit of rubber clothes on, right open to the North Atlantic ocean. I, like a lot of their men, stayed a couple of months and then headed for home again. We only got sixty cents per hour for carpenter's work. Come back to Curling and went to work in Dumphy's Herring Plant. Now they call it processing plants.

I am not sure of the date I started working at Dumphy's. I know the year was 1943. I worked at Dumphys' until the first week in May. Then I got ready to head back home to Henley Harbour. So a crowd of us engaged Herb Porter to take us to Labrador as there was no coastal boat on the run yet as it was war time. Herb had a big thirty-two foot boat built in Trout River that winter and he had a new 10 horsepower Acadia in her. So he put a canvas house and a stove in her and we were ready to sail. There was Herb as skipper, Eric Pye as engineer, and eighteen of us fishermen going to places from Chateau to Cape Charles. I think I can still remember the names of all who went - from Chateau there was Mr. William George and Mr. Flechard Joyce. From Henley Harbour there was Ed W. Stone, George Stone and Stanley Stone. From Pleasure Harbour there was Arch Pye, Clifford Pye and share man. From Carroll's Cove there was William Butt, Rex Butt and share man. From Camp Islands there was Daniel Griffen and share man. The other sharemen who were there, the names I forget.

The following spring I went down with Uncle Hedley Horwood. He had to take his boat to Cape Charles to fish cod that summer. There was Uncle Hedley, his share man, William Butt and shareman, Bert Butt and shareman, and myself. This being my last trip going to Labrador in a small fishing boat, by now things began to change and work was not so plentiful. So my brothers and myself got a small saw mill and I stayed home winter time. We cut logs in the winter and sawed lumber in the spring, mostly for our own use. Now I stayed home in the winter, did a bit of trapping and other things as well. By this time I began to realize that the old saying was a true one -

"A rolling Stone gathers no moss."