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would spend its force upon that. And some 

 times on the warm spring nights I have heard 

 the water drip, drip, drip from the walls and 

 the roof, and when the daylight came there 

 has been a patch as thin as a window pane 

 through which the morning sunbeams came 

 dancing, and I have thought that, but a little 

 longer, and our snow house would have 

 tumbled in upon us and thawed about our 

 heads. But the protecting hand of God has 

 been over us ; and in all my journey ings, and 

 in all the queer huts of turf and stones buried 

 under piles of snow, and in all the strange 

 shelters of boughs and branches, and in all 

 the frail little beehive houses of snow in which 

 I have spent my nights, far from the homes 

 of men and amid all the wild scenery and 

 wilder weather of lonely Labrador in all 

 these times of peril and hardship no mishap 

 has overtaken either myself or my faithful 

 Eskimo drivers or my patient plodding team 

 of dogs. Night by night, as we sat in our 

 cold and solitary shelter, with supper eaten 

 and the snow-door closed, and the well-fed 

 dogs seeking their rest on the snow outside, 

 we have taken the Bible from the box where 

 our food was stored, and we have read our 

 evening portion and said our evening prayer 

 together. And as we have laid us to sleep in 



