Howsomever, one day,--it was the hottest of the whole season,-- after we left the Magdalenes, and were running down the Gut of Canso, we hove in sight of the Gannet Rocks.

Thinks I to myself, I'll show him something now that he can't find in his books.

So I goes right down after him; and when we got on deck he looked towards the northeast, and if ever I saw a chap wonder-struck, he was.

Right ahead of us was a bold, rocky island, with what looked like a great snow bank on its southern slope; while the air was full overhead, and all about, of what seemed a heavy fall of snow.

The day was blazing hot, and there was n't a cloud to be seen.
"'What in the world, Skipper, does this mean ?' says he.