itted with an eighty horse-power Wolverine
engine. The bronze tablet in her bore the inscription, "This vessel
with full equipment was presented to Wilfred T. Grenfell by George B.
Cluett." He had previously asked me if I would like any words from the
Bible on the plate, and I had suggested, "The sea is His and He made
it." The designer unfortunately put the text after the inscription; so
that I have been frequently asked why and how I came to make it,
seeing that it is believed by all good Christians that in heaven
"there shall be no more sea."

To help out with the expenses of getting her running, our loved friend
from Chicago, Mr. W.R. Stirling, agreed to come North on the schooner
the first season, bringing his two daughters and three friends. Even
though he was renting her for a yachting trip, he offered to bring all
the cargo free and make the Mission stations his ports of call.

Mr. Cluett's idea was that, as we had big expenses carrying endless
freight so far North, and as it got so broken and often lost in
transit, and greatly damaged in the many changes involved from rail to
steamer, and from steamer to steamer, if she carried our freight in
summer, she could in winter earn enough to make it all free, and
possibly provide a sinking fund for herself as well. There was also
good accommodation in her for doctors, nurses, students, etc., who
every summer come from the South to help in various ways in the work
of the Mission.

All our freight that year arrived promptly and in good condition,
which had never happened before. Later the vessel was chartered to go
to Greenland by the Smithsonian. On this occasion her engine, never
satisfactory, gave out entirely, which so delayed her that she got
frozen in near Etah and was held up a whole twelvemonth. Meanwhile the
war had broken out, and when she at last sailed into Boston, we were
able to sell her, by the generous permission of Mrs. Cluett, and use
the money to purchase the George B. Cluett II.

Illustrating the advantage of getting our freight direct, among the
many instances which have occurred, that of the lost searchlight for
the Strathcona comes to my mind. As she had often on dark nights to
come to anchor among vessels, and to nose her way into unlit harbours,
some friends, through the Professor of Geology at Harvard, who had
himself cruised all along our coast in a schooner, presented me with a
searchlight for the hospital ship and despatched it _via_ Syd