ght had already
obscured the horizon; but the moon, hidden behind the curtain of the
storm, now and again fitfully illuminated some icebergs lazily heaving
on the ocean swell. Almost every second a vivid flash, now on one
side, now on the other, would show us a glimpse of the land looming
darkly ahead. The powers of darkness seemed at play; while the sea,
the ice, the craggy cliffs, and the flashing heavens were advertising
man's puny power.

An amusing incident took place in one isolated harbour. A patient came
on board for medicine, and after examining him I went below to make it
up. When I came on deck again I gave the medicine to one I took to be
my man, and then sent him ashore to get the twenty-five cent fee for
the Mission which he had forgotten. No sooner had he gone than another
man came and asked if his medicine was ready. I had to explain to him
that the man just climbing over the rail had it. The odd thing was
that the latter, having paid for it, positively refused to give it up.
True, he had not said that he was ill, but the medicine looked good
(Heaven save the mark!) and he "guessed that it would suit his
complaint all right."

At the mill we found that quite a large part of the timberland was
over limestone, while near our first dam there was some very white
marble. We fully intended to erect a kiln, using our refuse for fuel,
for the land is loaded with humic acid, and only plants like
blueberries, conifers, and a very limited flora flourish on it. Some
friends in England, however, hearing of marble in the bay, which it
was later discovered formed an entire mountain, commenced a marble
mine near the entrance. The material there is said to be excellent for
statuary. Even this small discovery of natural resources encouraged
us. For having neither road, telegraph, nor mail service to the mill,
we hoped that the development of these things might help in our own
enterprise.

For ten years the little mill has run, giving work to the locality,
better houses, a new church and school, and indeed created a new
village.

The only trouble with this North country's own peculiar winter work,
fur-hunting, is that its very nature limits its supply. In my early
days in the country, fur in Labrador was very cheap. Seldom did even a
silver fox fetch a hundred dollars. Beaver, lynx, wolverine, wolves,
bears, and other skins were priced proportionately. Still, some men
lived very well out of furring. We came to the co