IV[ToC]
HAULED BY THE HUSKIES
There was great excitement at the little village of St. Anthony, on the far northern tip of Newfoundland.
Tom Bradley was coming back from a seal-hunt, and his big dogs Jim and Jack were helping him drag a flipper seal big enough to give a slice of the fat to every man, woman and child in the place.
Tom had a large family, and for nine days they had tasted nothing but a little roasted seal meat.
Finally Tom took his gun down from the nails over the door. It was a single-barrel muzzle-loader, meant for a boy, but he was a good shot, and had often wandered out alone over the frozen sea and come back with a nice fat bird or even a seal to show for it.
"Where be you goin', Tom?" asked his anxious wife.
"Out yonder." He jerked his thumb toward the wide white space of the ice-locked ocean.
She ran to get his warm cap and mittens. "When'll you be back?"