CHAPTER XV 



Some stories of a Mission Hospital. 



SO far I have made this little book to tell 

 something of the Eskimos as they are 

 in their daily life, and something of the 

 land and the homes in which they dwell ; and 

 now, before bringing my story to a close, I 

 am going to say something of the life that we 

 live as missionary workers among the people. 

 &quot; Some Stories of a Mission Hospital &quot; is the 

 title that I have chosen for this chapter, and 

 that is a title that explains itself. If you were 

 to visit the village of Okak to-day, you would 

 see the neatly painted hospital standing by 

 the side of the brook, with the church spire 

 towering near at hand ; you would go in and 

 see the rooms where the sick folks are ; you 

 would see the piled-up benches in the waiting- 

 room downstairs ; you would see the wood 

 shed and the storeroom and the attic where 

 the hard dry fish is hung a sort of larder of 

 odd-looking Eskimo dainties ; you might meet 

 a brown-faced little woman on the stairs, a 

 woman with black hair plastered tightly on 



