I was in the boat myself . We went out , him and me , in Alexander MacAllister 's boat one morning at sunrise . Besides , there was a French boy in the boat -- Catholic of course . You know old Father Chiniquy had turned Protestant , so the Catholics had n't much use for him . Well , we sat out in the gulf in the broiling sun till noon , and not a bite did we get . When we went ashore old Father Chiniquy had to go , so he said in that polite way of his , ` I 'm very sorry I can not go out with you dis afternoon , Mr. MacAllister , but I leave you my blessing . You will catch a t ` ousand dis afternoon . ` Well , we did not catch a thousand , but we caught exactly nine hundred and ninety-nine -- the biggest catch for a small boat on the whole north shore that summer . Curious , was n't it ? Alexander MacAllister , he says to Andrew Peters , ` Well , and what do you think of Father Chiniquy now ? ' ` Vell , ' growled Andrew , ' I t ` ink de old devil has got a blessing left yet . ' Laws , how Henry did laugh over that today ! '' `` Do you know who Mr. Ford is , Captain Jim ? '' asked Anne , seeing that Captain Jim 's fountain of reminiscence had run out for the present . `` I want you to guess . '' Captain Jim shook his head . `` I never was any hand at guessing , Mistress Blythe , and yet somehow when I come in I thought , ` Where have I seen them eyes before ? ' -- for I HAVE seen 'em . '' `` Think of a September morning many years ago , '' said Anne , softly . `` Think of a ship sailing up the harbor -- a ship long waited for and despaired of .
Think XXXXX the day the Royal William came in and the first look you had at the schoolmaster 's bride . ''
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