boots and a wet deck were responsible, but anyway he went overboard.
He was dressed in oil skins and high rubber boots, a bad rig-out for swimming. The minute I saw him going, I shouted “Man Overboard”, shut off the engine, grabbed an axe and began to cut loose a canoe. Mr. Russel [Russell] was busy untying dogs and we eventually got the canoe into the water with only one dog still attached.
Then back to Mr. Blanchet as fast as possible. He was going down for the third time, when we reached him, was actually under water as far as I remember, so I rammed my paddle into his chest, waking him up so
