IV
FOR THE SEAL RIVER BELT
"WE loafed about Godthaab for two weeks before I could prevail upon Tib to let the tall folks go by the board. Then we caught a Newfoundland whaler and beat across to Cape Chidley, where we were to look for any mail that might have been brought up by the last boat. Our craft was well filled, but the captain hankered for just one more fish and began romping about the point and into the mouth of Ungava Bay, where the tides are greater than they are in Fundy.
"Then came the frisk of wind that drove the tub well inside and made it imperative for us to tarry in that drear northland for yet another bout with fate, in which, incidentally, my patron was destined to eclipse all Ribby O'Hara and Harlem Slasher records, and make the Butcher's Own, with his new scissors blow, look like an aged dame working doilies. For it was after we left the whaler in high disgust at Tuvak, or the Smooth Rock trading-post, that Tib cleaned up Chuck McBurr, the welter-
