lOi: BY ESKIMO DOG-SLED 



in large clear print, and we read and sang 

 and prayed together. The words were strange 

 to my two Eskimo drivers, for we read in 

 English, but they knew it was The Book, 

 and they listened with quiet reverence ; they 

 knew that we and they were just children of 

 the great Father in Heaven ; and as we 

 sang and as we prayed, they joined in with 

 their gruff voices and their queer long words 

 that seemed so full of &quot; k s 9! and throaty 

 noises. 



So we realised the presence of Christ in the 

 wilds of Lonely Labrador. 



Once, I know, we made an unexpected call 

 at John s house ; and this is how it came 

 about. We had started on a clear morning, 

 hoping to get to Hebron, a run of over sixty 

 miles, in the one day. By midday we reached 

 the steep little neck of land that stands half 

 way, and as we toiled up the slope we were 

 talking of how quickly we had come and how 

 we would be in Hebron before dark. But when 

 we stopped on the summit, and looked down 

 upon the wide stretch of ice before us, we 

 saw a cloud lying low upon the ice, and drift 

 ing quickly towards us from the north. &quot; We 

 cannot go, we cannot go,&quot; said the drivers : 

 &quot;it is the Northern Storm.&quot; 



&quot; To John s house,&quot; they said, &quot;it is the 



