Laddie was a handsome and intelligent black-and-white Newfoundland , with a magnificent coat . He and Ernest were great chums . I felt sorry for the boy who was to lose his pet . `` Do n't take it so hard , Ern , '' I said , trying to comfort him . `` Uncle will likely get another pup . '' `` I do n't want any other pup ! '' Ernest blurted out . `` Oh , Ned , wo n't you try and coax your uncle not to sell him ? Perhaps he 'd listen to you . '' I shook my head . I knew Uncle Richard too well to hope that . `` Not in this case , Ern , '' I said . `` He would say it did not concern me , and you know nothing moves him when he determines on a thing . You 'll have to reconcile yourself to losing Laddie , I 'm afraid . '' Ernest 's tow-coloured head went down on Laddie 's neck again , and I , deciding that there was no use in saying anything more , proceeded towards the shore , which was about a mile from Uncle Richard 's house . The beach along his farm and for several farms along shore was a lonely , untenanted one , for the fisher-folk all lived two miles further down , at Rowley 's Cove . About three hundred yards from the shore was the peculiar formation known as Island Rock . This was a large rock that stood abruptly up out of the water . Below , about the usual water-line , it was seamed and fissured , but its summit rose up in a narrow , flat-topped peak . At low tide twenty feet of it was above water , but at high tide it was six feet and often more under water .
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