cal aid and ministration as came only
occasionally, by the infrequent mail boat, and not at all in the long
winter months when the coast was firm beset with ice,--to such a place
came Dr. Grenfell in 1892 to cast in his lot with its inhabitants, to
live there so long as he should, to die there were it God's will.

As it stands to-day the Mission to Deep Sea Fishermen, which Dr.
Grenfell represents, administers, and animates on the Labrador coast,
not only brings hope, new courage, and spiritual comfort to an
isolated people in a desolate land, but cares for the sick and
injured, in its four hospitals and dispensary, provides house
visitation by means of dog-sledge journeys covering hundreds of miles
in a year, teaches wholesome and righteous living, conducts
cooeperative stores, provides for orphans and for families bereft of
the bread-winners by accidents of the sea, encourages thrift, and
administers justice, and adds to the wage-earning capacity and
therefore food-obtaining power by operating a sawmill, a
schooner-building yard, and other productive industries.

To accomplish this, to make of the scattered settlements a united and
independent people, to safeguard their future by such measures as the
establishment of a Seamen's Institute at St. John's, Newfoundland, and
the insurance of communication with the outside world, and to raise,
by personal solicitation, the money needed for these enterprises,
requires an unusual personality. Faith, courage, insight, foresight,
the power to win, and the ability to command,--all of these and more
of like qualities are embodied and portrayed in Dr. Grenfell.

CLARENCE JOHN BLAKE.

ADRIFT ON AN ICE-PAN

It was Easter Sunday at St. Anthony in the year 1908, but with us in
northern Newfoundland still winter. Everything was covered with snow
and ice. I was walking back after morning service, when a boy came
running over from the hospital with the news that a large team of dogs
had come from sixty miles to the southward, to get a doctor on a very
urgent case. It was that of a young man on whom we had operated about
a fortnight before for an acute bone disease in the thigh. The people
had allowed the wound to close, the poisoned matter had accumulated,
and we thought we should have to remove the leg. There was obviously,
therefore, no time to be lost. So, having packed up the necessary
instruments, dressings, and drugs, and having fitted out the
dog-sleigh wit