If it wasn't for the others, I should take this schooner and try a trading trip to Labrador, but mother has become so much of an invalid that I hate to leave her with only my sister." "What is your sister's name ?" "Cola." "That's an odd name, and one I never heard before, but I think I like it." "So do I," agreed White; "though I expect I should like any name belonging to her, for she is a dear girl.

One reason I am so fond of this schooner is because it is named for her." "How is that ?" "Why, it is the 'Sea Bee,' and these are her initials." It was early on the second morning after leaving St.Pierre that the "Sea Bee" drifted slowly into the harbour of Port aux Basques, where the yacht-like steamer "Bruce" lay beside its single wharf.

She had just completed her six-hour run across Cabot Strait, from North Sidney, eighty-five miles away, and close at hand stood the narrow-gauge train that was to carry her passengers and mails to St.Johns.

It would occupy twenty-eight hours in making the run of 550 miles from coast to coast, and our lad looked forward to the trip with pleasant anticipations.
But he was again doomed to disappointment; for while the schooner was still at some distance from the wharf, the train was seen to be in motion.

In vain did Cabot shout and wave his cap.