just got in ahead of it. We had fair success sealing until the last of August, when my crew ventured a little too far and the wind changed so that we did not hear the cannon and the fog caught us. Each crew when starting out in the morning always, took supplies along sufficient to last twenty-four hours. This time when we got caught in the fog the wind had changed on us, so we tried to remain as near the same place as possible, but this time we had to guess at it as we could not always tell just which way the tide was going. This was beyond any doubt the worst trip that I ever experienced, the fog was very cold and our clothing wet. We were out three days and nights and then were picked up by another schooner. The captain of the schoon- er that picked us up heard the firing of our cannon that morning and we were picked up about noon. He at once set sail for our schooner, firing the sig-
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The schooner in the fog.
nal cannon every half hour, reaching our schooner just as it was growing dark, and the captain and crew had given us up for lost. We
