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ried to the brass rungs of the ladder and lowered. "Easy! easy!" those who let him down were saying to each other. They seemed to fear he would break if they dropped him. By the light of a battered tin lamp Grenfell ran a needle into his throat with the novocaine that would destroy the pain of the operation. Then he took his thin scissors a foot long and thrust them into the abscess under the tonsils. Five minutes later, Captain Cote had found the use of his tongue again, and, waving both hands round his ears as he talked, he was thanking God and Dr. Grenfell, and giving us the full history of the dreadful months he spent before help came. Next day we landed on his island--Greenley Island. From the small wharf where women were cleaning fish there were two lines of planking laid, on cinders, for perhaps a thousand feet through the long green grass to the red brick lighthouse tower. On these wooden rails was the chassis of a Ford car, and we rode in state. But you had to stick closely to the track, or you came to grief on the rough, shelly soil alongside. "It's the first automobile ride I ever had in Labrador!" the Doctor gleefully exclaimed. In the lighthouse was a living-room with a talking-machine, a violin, a typewriter and other things to add to the comfort of a home and make a family happy. The patient was brought into the room by his beaming wife and two of his children. "How are you this morning, Captain?" asked Grenfell. "Feeling fine, Doctor." "Did you sleep?" "Slept like a baby. First time in three months." "And can you eat?" "I can eat rocks, Doctor." Then the Captain brought out a pocketbook stuffed with greenbacks. Twelve hundred dollars a year, with nothing to spend it for, since he gets his living, seems a fortune to a man in that part of the world. "How much do I owe you?" He pulled out three ten-dollar bills. "One of those will do," said the Doctor, quietly. It was right for him to take the money. Self-respect on Captain Cote's part demanded that he should pay. Grenfell lets his patients pay in wood or fish or whatever they have, a value merely nominal compared with what they receive. But he wants them to feel--and they, too, wish to feel--that they are not beggars, living on the dole of his charity. "Now then, Doctor, how about the coal you burned getting here? How much does that come to? The Canadian Government'll give it back to you. We've got some down on
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