It was decided that they winter in the Harbour of God’s Hope, just north of Cape Harrigan, and after passing Indian Harbour the natives were notified that if they wished any supplies during the winter they could bring their furs there and get what they needed.

The Harbour of God’s Hope was found to be a deep, narrow inlet, not as well protected from the sea as might be desired, but still comparatively well sheltered, and particularly advantageous from the fact that the shores of the upper end of the inlet were wooded, an essential feature, as it provided an abundance of good fuel, and the supply on board was far from adequate for their needs.

The Maid of the North was made as snug as possible for the freeze-up, but could not be brought as close to shore as desirable, because of shoals.  However, her position was deemed quite safe, and Skipper Sam experienced a sense of supreme satisfaction at his achievements and the prospects for a profitable trade in the spring.

The crew were put at work immediately to build a log shack for shore quarters, which was shortly accomplished.  This shack was of ample size and was furnished with a stove brought from Halifax for the purpose, some chairs, a table and a kitchen outfit.

The skipper, the mate and the cook remained on board at first, but the crew were given permission to go ashore and hunt and trap in the hills back of the harbour, an opportunity of which they promptly took advantage.

As the cold weather came on and the ice formed thick and hard around the vessel it seemed unnecessary to keep a watch aboard, and as the shack was much more roomy than the cabin, and therefore more comfortable, all hands finally took up their quarters in it.

As the winter wore on livyeres began to pay frequent visits to Skipper Sam from up and down the coast, and they all brought furs to trade.  With the approach of spring the skipper found to his satisfaction that he had already collected more pelts than he had been able to purchase on his previous spring’s voyage in the South, and at prices that even to him seemed ridiculously low.  These furs were duly stored aboard the Maid of the North, and by the first of May she had a cargo that could have been disposed of in Halifax or Montreal for several thousand dollars.

It was at this time that the skipper suggested to the mate one evening,

“Jack, les go caribou huntin’ t’-morrer.  I’m gettin’ stiff hangin’ ’round here.”

“All right, sir,” acquiesced the mate, “but,” he asked, “th’ crew’s all away exceptin’ th’ cook, an’ who’ll look after things here if we both goes t’ once?”

“We kin leave the cook alone fer one day I guess.  If any o’ th’ livyeres come he kin keep ’em till we comes back in th’ evenin’.”

The arrangements were therefore made for the hunt, and the following morning bright and early they were off.

At sunrise there was a slight westerly breeze blowing, and the skipper suggested,