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the rope, and singing in time to the march- 

 like beating of their boots on the boards. 

 &quot; Atte, atte,&quot; they cried when the pace began 

 to slacken, and then sang and tramped the 

 faster. There was a constant stream up one 

 side with the rope, and down the other side to 

 get a fresh hold, and as fast as the rope came 

 ashore the man at the end was coiling the slack 

 into a neat pile. A jollier lot of people I have 

 never seen ; they sang and tramped, and 

 laughed and sang again, as if they had not a 

 care in the world ; and all the while the lighter 

 came steadily on, rising to the waves and 

 breaking them down, stopping for nothing, 

 but riding shorewards. I went on board the 

 ship to watch their work, and from the 

 deck I could hear the sound of their singing- 

 borne on a wind that whistled through the 

 rigging. This was &quot; pulling all together,&quot; a 

 practical illustration of the old proverb, 

 &quot; Where there s a will there s a way &quot; and 

 that seems to be how difficulties are overcome 

 in Labrador. 



