By this time the fish was in. Uncle Fred and the boys were crackin' on the fish. They were using Paul's trap along with their own. They were also using Paul's punt. They would tow the punt out in the morning and tie her on to the trap and then tow her back in the evening. One day around noon the wind came up from the northeast. It blew a gale and it rained. I stowed in some wood and brought in some water and took care of my five small children. Later on I went to bed with a storm raging outside. I woke up in the night and what a racket was going on. I never went outside to see what the noise was because I never had a tight. I just stayed awake the rest of the night and listened as the noises got worse.

When daylight came I got up and dressed and went down to the stage. Well low and behold, the sight I seen made me sick to the stomach. Our motorboat was tied up to the head of the wharf She was going up and down and banging into the wharf. One side of the motorboat was completely gone. The stage's head rails were all gone along with half the wharf I just stood there with tears running down my face. I said "Dear Lord what's going to happen next." I walked up to Uncle Fred's house, he was just getting up out of bed. Tears were running down my face. I said to my brother in law Nelson, "Come down and see if you can do anything with the boat before she is beat up altogether." We went down to the stage and looked at the boat. Nelson said, "There's nothing that can be done until the wind drops out."

All day I listened to the rattling and banging coming from the stage. At 5 o'clock the wind died out a bit. So Nelson along with his brother and George W. Poole took their boat off the collar. They had a hard job to steam ahead as the boat was almost blown back by the force of the wind. After awhile they got handy enough to Paul's motorboat to drop a graplin into it. They managed to haul the boat into the beach. What a sight she was sunk and the side was out of her.

That night the wind dropped out. The next morning Uncle Fred and the boys went to haul Paul's trap that was up in Salt Pond. There was an iceberg in Salt Pond and when the iceberg came out it took most of Paul's trap with him. The trap was all torn up. Paul's punt was also tied unto the trap and all that was left of her was the stem head.

The trap, the punt, the motorboat and the wharf all gone. I said, "Dear Lord please don't take my husband and children away from me, you have already taken away everything we had to make a living with." There was no way to get a note to Paul in Mary's Harbour so he had no idea what happened. This all happened in July on Friday the 13th. Paul's father, Uncle Fred, always said Friday the 13th was an unlucky day.

That following Sunday was lovely day. In the evening all the kids went to bed early. The water was high and I saw the caplin rolling in the beach. I said to myself I should go out and get a few caplin to salt for the winter, as we won't get anything else with Paul laid up all summer. I went down to the stage and got an old dip net. I went over in the beach and started throwing the caplin ashore with the dip net. A strange thing was happening that evening. Codfish were chasing the caplin right into shore. As I was dipping in the caplin I would also dip in a few cod fish, sometimes 3 or 4 in a single dip.

Dark began to set in so I had to give up. I picked up all the caplin and fish and brought them to the stage in old water buckets. When I had it all in the stage I lighted the lantern. I put the caplin in one puncheon tub and the fish in another puncheon tub. Then I drawed up some water with a bucket with a piece of rope tied to it to cover over the fish and caplin with. I left the stage and went up to the house. I was beat out. I got ready and went to bed.