142 THE LIFE OF E. J. PECK 



some bars of iron and one or two rough spades, 

 literally chiselled out a space for the dead. 



&quot; We then lowered the body into its icy tomb, 

 and so bitter and piercing was the wind, that all 

 I could do was to ask the sorrowing relatives to 

 kneel down while I offered up the Lord s Prayer, 

 and afterwards spoke to them of Him who by His 

 death and resurrection has plucked out the sting 

 of death. 



&quot; As I looked upon the gloomy waste around, and 

 that icy tomb, with the little band of sorrowing 

 ones near me, I thought of the joy of the ransomed 

 soul which had escaped the chill horrors of the body. 

 We had sown the silent form, in corruption, to be 

 presently raised in incorruption. It was sown in 

 weakness, to be raised in power. 



&quot; Oh what mighty, far-reaching issues depend upon 

 preaching the full Gospel of the grace of God ! 



&quot; How earnest we ought to be in giving to the 

 nations that wonderful message which can alone 

 lead men s souls to God, and bring life and immortal 

 ity to light through the story of a Saviour s love ! &quot; 



We have previously had some account of a lad 

 who lived in Mr. Peck s hut, and who as a result 

 was brought to be a disciple of Christ. The history 

 of another might also here be given as being both 

 interesting in itself and typical of the vicissitudes 

 of Arctic life. 



&quot; Joseph Ratynrok was one of the lads,&quot; the 



