The next morning I went up to Uncle Fred's house again. Uncle Fred said, "What is wrong now?" I said, "Nothing." This time I had tears of joy in my eyes. I laughed and said to Nelson, "Come down and split my fish for me." I could manage to clean the fish by myself, but I needed someone to split them for me because I was afraid of that old splitting knife. However, I did split a few fish in later years.

We went down to the stage and Nelson couldn't believe his eyes. Nobody knew that there was a caplin in the harbour. When we had the fish all put away I had 2 quintals of lovely fish. I said to Nelson, "That is all we will have for the winter." Nelson said, "You will be alright maid, something will work out." I said, "I can't think of anything."

The next day I brought my caplin up on the hill and spread them out on the blackberry bushes. It was the best way to dry the caplin because they got the air from the bottom. When I was picking up the caplin in the evening I saw a man walking out from the bottom of the harbour. He was to far away to see who he was. I continued to pick some more caplin up and I looked again. I thought it looked like Paul. When he got closer I knew it was him for sure. He said, "What are you doing up there?" I said, "Come up and see." We went up and had a look at the caplin and then we went down in the stage where the fish was. He said, "Yes maid, that's all we will get this year." Then it was his turn to cry as tears ran down his face. He said, "I don't know what we're going to do." I said, "Did the doctor come yet?" He said the doctor looked at his finger and told him to go home and keep it dry and let it heal. It was picked at too much. The doctor also told Paul not to touch any salt water.

By the last of August Paul's finger was coming along fine. One day he went to Fox Harbour to see the manager, Jim Saunders, of the American base. Paul told him how he was laid up all summer. Jim said, "I have the perfect job for you." Paul went back to Murray's Harbour and we packed up and shifted up to Fox Harbour the first week in September. Paul got a job with the Americans cleaning and painting, but he had to wear gloves.

Paul worked right up to December 23rd. On May 1st he started work again. This time he had got a job using a jackhammer. He worked at that everyday, Sundays and all, until June 17th. Then Paul took sick again. We went to Mary's Harbour to see the nurse and she said Paul had chronic appendix. He had to stay in the hospital for a week and then he came home again. The nurse told him no more jack hammering or he would end up in St. Anthony. Paul told the boss and he gave Paul another job as a carpenter helper. Paul worked at that until December 23rd again.

After work was over Paul went in the woods, got some timbers, cut the planks and fixed up the motorboat. He also knitted the twine for the cod trap. I would help him out by filling the needles with twine for him at night. He also sawed the planks for the wharf. Poor old Jim Mangrove helped him saw the planks. When the time came to move to Murray's Harbour in the spring we were ready to go fishing again. One day Paul went out to Tub Harbour for a barrel of water. He met up with Ira Holley who was 17 years old at the time. Paul asked him if he would go down fishing with him for the summer. He said, "If daddy lets me." Paul went and asked Ira's dad. He said, "Yes boy, yes boy, he will be alright with you." The old man had a nickname. Everyone used to call him 'Uncle yes boy', but not before his face.

We went down to Murray's Harbour and did okay with the fish. We would have done better only the salt got scarce. Ira was with us for 3 summers. Then he took with the kidney stones and was not available the next summer. Ira was as good as anyone whoever stood on two feet. He used to go to bed singing and he would wake up in the morning singing. When they would come in with a load of fish he would get up on the wharf and do the step dance. I used to go in boat, but not when the children were small, but I did work at the fish. I could do anything with the fish except split. I was always afraid of that old knife.