the worst
time of my life. Things were readjusted; the money was refunded,
punishment meted out--but such damage is not made right by
reconstruction. It left permanent scars and made the end of an
otherwise splendid year anxious and sorrowful.

The work on East Labrador was also extended this year. While walking
down the street in New York with a young doctor friend who had once
wintered with me, we met a colleague of his at the College of
Physicians and Surgeons. In the conversation it was suggested that he
should spend a summer in Labrador, and we would place him in a virgin
field. As a result Dr. Wiltsie, now in China, came North, started in
work with a little school, club, and dispensary, at a place called
Spotted Islands, in a very barren group of islands about a hundred
miles north of the Straits of Belle Isle. His work became permanent as
the summer mission of the Y.M.C.A. of the College, which organization
now carries all its expenses. It has a dwelling-house, school,
dispensary, small operating room, and accommodation for a couple of
patients, all under one roof, and owns a fast motor boat called the P.
and S., which has made itself known as an angel of mercy, every summer
since, over a hundred miles of coast and islands. It is only a summer
work, and is mainly among a schooner population; but as a testimonial
to the value of pluck and unselfishness I know of no better example.

Among other ways to help Labrador we had always tried to induce
tourists and yachtsmen to come and visit us. Mr. Rainey's Surf, Mr.
McCready's Enchantress, Dr. Stimson's Fleur de Lys, Mr. Arthur James's
Aloha, and a few other yachts had come part of the way, but no one had
yet explored north of Hopedale--the latitude at which the fine
Northern scenery may be said only to begin. The large power vessels or
even the best type of yacht are by no means necessary for a visit to
Labrador. For the innumerable fjords and islands make it much more
interesting to be in a smaller boat, which allows one to go freely in
and out of new by-ways, even when the survey is only that of your own
making. The most sporting visits of that kind have been the honeymoon
of a Philadelphia friend, who, with his wife, one man, and a canoe,
went by river to James's Bay, then _via_ Hudson Bay to Richmond Gulf,
then by portage and river to Ungava Bay, and thence home by way of the
Hudson Bay Company's steamer; the canoe trips of Mr. Kennedy all along
the outside eas