MAIN STREET, TREPASSEY
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Bill has just come in, with weather reports. He has wired Byrd for confirmation of plans and advice. If the wind holds as now (from north) we can get away. The old codgers talking here, told me the wind calms down about 4 a.m., so I suggested we get out of this trap and into the next harbor. The change in the wind may make this unnecessary. The boys have retired in the hope the wind stays as is, or moves north.
Funny spelling in the paper from St. John’s. “D’oyleys” meaning little paper mats. The language is peculiar. There are too many “r’s.” And often an “oi” sound where one doesn’t belong. “Poilet” for pilot.
I investigated hooked rugs today. Mrs. D. has them all over the house; some made from cotton washed ashore twenty years ago from a wreck. By the way, much of the silver and some furniture is from wrecks which ground on this “Graveyard of the Atlantic.”
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The cruelty of country and climate is surely a contrast to the kind hearts of the people of Newfoundland. They were untiringly good to us.
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