So we hitched up and I drove him to a doctor in Charlottetown, thirty-five miles--there weren't none nearer in them days--with that blessed hook still hanging from his nose.

When we got there old Dr.Crabb jest took a file and filed that hook jest the same as I'd tried to do, only he weren't a mite particular about doing it easy!" Captain Jim's visit to his old friend had revived many recollections and he was now in the full tide of reminiscences.
"Henry was asking me today if I remembered the time old Father Chiniquy blessed Alexander MacAllister's boat.

Another odd yarn--and true as gospel.

I was in the boat myself.

We went out, him and me, in Alexander MacAllister's boat one morning at sunrise.