How on earth did you get out here?"

"A friend," said he, "gave me a little book entitled 'One Hundred Ways
to Rise in the World.' The first ninety-nine were no good to me, but
the hundredth said, 'Go to Western America,' so I just cleared out and
came here." He was exceedingly kind to us, even accompanying us to
Seattle, and his story of pluck and enterprise was a splendid
stimulus.

Six weeks of lecturing nearly every single night in a new town in
Canada gave me a real vision of Canadian Western life, and a sincere
admiration for its people who are making a nation of which the world
is proud.

In April a large meeting was held in New York to reorganize the
management of the Mission. The English Royal National Mission to
Deep-Sea Fishermen was no longer able or willing to finance, much less
to direct, affairs which had gone beyond their control, and was hoping
to arrange an organization of an international character to which all
the affairs of the enterprise could be turned over. This organization
was formed at the house of Mr. Eugene Delano, the head of Brown
Brothers, bankers, whose lifelong help has meant for Labrador more
than he will ever know.

The International Grenfell Association was incorporated to comprise
the Labrador branches of the Royal National Mission to Deep-Sea
Fishermen as its English component, the Grenfell Association of
America and the New England Grenfell Association to represent the
American interests, the Labrador Medical Mission as the Canadian name
for its Society, and the Newfoundland Grenfell Association for the
Newfoundland branch. Each one of these component societies has two
members in the Central Council, and together they make up the Board of
Directors of the International Grenfell Association. These directors
ever since have generously been giving their time and interest in the
wise and efficient administration of this work. To these unselfish men
Labrador and northern Newfoundland, as well as I, owe a greater debt
than can ever be repaid.

On the 1st of May I was due to speak at the annual meeting of the
English Mission in London, and the swift heels of the Mauretania once
more stood us in good stead; for we reached England the evening before
May 1, arrived in London at 2 A.M., and I spoke three times that day.
After a day or so at my old home with my mother we ran about in a Ford
car for a fortnight, lecturing every evening. The little motor saved
endless energy otherwise lo