A LABRADOR SPRING 



found in these thin-walled houses even in 

 mid-winter. 



The firmly closed windows of these houses 

 reminded me of a former experience on the 

 eastern Labrador coast. My companion and I 

 occupied an 8 by 10 room, and, being peculiar, 

 felt it essential to have the window open. This 

 was not easily accomplished for the window, 

 either through lack of practice or because it 

 was not intended to be opened, was almost as 

 immovable as the rocks on which the house was 

 built. However, we at last managed to raise it 

 far enough to insert our arms in the crack, and 

 then, with a heave all together, we succeeded 

 in wedging it up about eighteen inches, 

 enough to let the fresh air blow in and the fog. 

 When we left, my friend remarked that they 

 would have some difficulty in closing that 

 window, and as we stopped at the same house 

 on our return from the north, I was amused 

 to see that his prophecy was correct, for there 

 were marks of blows on the window-frame 

 and an axe was in the corner. The axe stood 

 us in good stead in opening the window again. 

 Dr. Grenfell's hardest work is to teach the Lab- 

 radorians the value of fresh air inside their 



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