Before we went home we decided amongst ourselves not to tell anybody what happened to us. It would only worry the folks and they might not let us go to Mary's Harbour by ourselves anymore. We managed to make it home safe and sound without any problems. Wesley and Grafton dropped me off. When I opened the door of the house the old man was there waiting for me. The first thing he said was, Ye got down in the water today, didn't ye?" Well, I couldn't tell the old man a lie so I had to tell him what happened. As it happened somebody from Mary's Harbour was over to Fox Harbour and had told him all about it!

One year when I was about 21 years old, me and my brother Austin were up in Deer Harbour cutting sticks of wood and hauling them to the shoreline . Then in the summer we hauled them home in motorboat. We would usually cut wood for about a week. We had a cabin up in Deer Harbour that we would stay in so we would not have to come home everyday.

One day an hour before dark I said to Austin, "You go back to the cabin now boy and boil the kettle and get supper ready. I'll stay here and haul out another couple loads of wood." We had killed a couple of partridges earlier that day, so Austin agreed to go back to the cabin and cook the partridges.

I went back in the woods and loaded up the cart again. When the cart was loaded up I jumped on the front of her and made the dogs get moving. We were getting along good until the cart cut down in the snow. I lost my balance and my foot got stuck in the cart. The cart turned completely over. I could not jump off her so the cart of wood landed on top of me. The snow was soft so I was not hurt. I was pinned under the cart and the only thing showing was my head.

I began to yell out to Austin for help, but the cabin was too far away and he could not hear me. I continued to yell out for help and each time I did so the dogs would look at me. The dogs knew I was in trouble and they figured they had a pretty easy meal in front of them. Each time I yelled out for help the dogs would growl and move closer to me. The dogs were getting too close for comfort and each time I yelled they would come closer, so I stopped yelling and decided to wait until Austin came looking for me.

After a while Austin began to get worried about me when I had not returned to the cabin. He began to yell out to me. I could hear him, but I would not answer him because the dogs were close by and they had evil thoughts in their minds. So I waited until Austin came looking for me. He followed the path of the cart and found me. He offloaded the wood and turned the cart over. I got up and I was ok except I tore the bottom right out of my logan.

When I got up I got a stick and gave those dogs some pounding that night. That taught those dogs not to growl at me. You could not trust those old dogs in those days, they would have eat me that day if I had been there a little longer. We headed back to the cabin to get a bit of supper. When we got there the partridges were all burned up. They did not taste very good but we ate them anyway.