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Page 34 - From ANOTHER NIGHT: C.B. Stories, True & Short & Tall: 3 Acadians on Ice

Published by Ronald Caplan on 1995/6/1 (228 reads)

We decided to run along the edge of the opening to? wards the east. We ran as fast as we could for about a mile but we soon got tired and had to stop. We couldn't find any passage in the eastem direction so we decided to return to where we had first found the opening. We figured that if our families began to get worried about us, they could come to our rescue by way of canoe {canot in the French). It was getting late and we decided to rest for a while, waiting to see if someone would come for us. As usual, we hadn't brought much food along as we had expected to be home with our families by supper time. We had already eat? en a meal that day so we had very little food left, the remain? der served as the meal that night. It was about eight o'clock in the evening and we figured that we were approximately two miles from solid ground. As we observed the ice, we noticed that ice near the solid ground was vmattached and coming towards us, block? ing the opening. This gave us a chance to embark on the ice that was blocking the opening. We continued our walk to? wards solid ground but when we arrived at the water be? tween the ground and the opening, we judged that we were still approximately three quarters ofa mile from solid groxmd. Up until now, the weather was favourable so we de? cided to try screaming for help. We shouted with all our might to see if anyone would come to our rescue. We could SUPERIOR OPTICAL LIMITED Owned & Operated JAMES DEAN Optician COMPLETE OPTICAL SERVICE Shirley Spading Optician 2nd Pair FREE S64-8486 Mayflower Mall ic''''''' '' 'i'lstiffer' I elcome to North America's only single malt whisky distillery! Come take a tour of our distillery and sample Glenora's own products: Smuggler's Cove Rum., Kenloch Scotch, and Cape Breton Silver, Our full service dining room features superb home-style cooking using the best in fresh local ingredients. Visit our lounge which has a large fireplace. 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From the western point to the eastem point of Cheticamp Island (La Pointe Enragee where the Cheticamp lighthouse is today), we searched for ways of finding blocks of ice that would stretch out towards solid groxind. We hesitated to expose ourselves too much as there was danger of falling into holes and risk? ing our lives. When we arrived at "La Pointe Enragee," we contin? ued our cries for help in hopes that someone would come to our assistance. We estimated that it was arotuid midnight. As we discussed our situation, the wind picked up from the east followed by a snow storm. We were therefore forced to walk towards open sea to find solid ice. We found a pile of ice that provided some shelter for us until daybreak. At the crack of dawn, the snow storm started to sub? side and the temperature was getting milder. We started walking again towards the east without much hope of ever setting foot on solid groiuid again. We walked for about sev? en miles east until we arrived near Cap Rouge, a small fish? ing village inhabited by Acadians like us. We thought since they were fishermen who had canoes, we might be rescued. We were approximately one mile and a half from the coast. To make ourselves more visible so that someone might spot us, we hung our jackets on the end of our wooden sticks to use as a signal. Someone did notice us but the wind was strong and they didn't want to risk their lives trying to save us. If they could have read our thoughts, they would have simply sent us a canoe. If they could have reached us by tele? phone, we could have told them what to do. They could have put oars and bread in a canoe as by then our hunger was tor? menting us. We could have sim? ply kept the canoe as our aid for rescue and waited until the wind calmed down, then easily have reached solid ground. We waited for about one half hour to see if someone might think of this form of res? cue as we thought it could easi? ly be done. When we realized that we wouldn't be receiving any assistance, we started walking towards the west. The temperature was milder and the wind was now from the south. The tempera? ture was so mild that at times we walked in water up to our knees. The wind and current carried the ice in such rapidness
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