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and night, but finally, on September 7, 1876, we 

 reached Moose Factory.&quot; 



The new missionary was warmly received by 

 the Bishop and Mrs. Horden, but as winter would 

 soon be coming on, and he had yet in front of him 

 the most trying and difficult, not to say dangerous, 

 part of his journey, he felt it impossible to remain 

 long under their hospitable roof. After one 

 week of refreshment, therefore, he set his face 

 stedfastly to reach his Ultima Thule, Little 

 Whale River. 



This last portion of the journey had to be accom 

 plished in a small sailing boat. It made what way 

 it could during the day, but at night it was run 

 ashore when the travellers pitched their tent on 

 land until the morning light enabled them to re 

 sume their j ourney. 



The party consisted of Mr. Peck, an Indian crew 

 and a Christian Eskimo, a native of Labrador, 

 Adam Lucy by name, as interpreter. 



As in imagination we follow in the wake of the 

 travellers, we realize that the modern apostle can 

 apply to himself the words of St. Paul. For he 

 too is &quot;in journeyings often, in perils of waters . . . 

 in weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, 

 in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and 

 nakedness.&quot; 



This coasting voyage was not to be accomplished 

 without serious mishap. On October 9 they had 



