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the greetings written down, and usually called 

 a mass meeting in one of the huts to get rid 

 of the most of them. Sometimes he had a 

 general message to deliver, and in such a case 

 he would beg leave to announce it after one 

 of the meetings in church. The congregation 

 sat quietly in their places, while big Josef rose 

 and stalked solemnly to the missionary s 

 table. &quot; Jonas and his wife, Nainemiut (Nain 

 people), send greetings to all the people of 

 Okak,&quot; he would say in his quiet voice, and 

 then make his dignified way to his seat by 

 the door, while the people shuffled and began 

 to pick up their hymn books ready for home. 



Jerry, our northern postman, was a great 

 man for adventures ; he generally had some 

 thing out of the common to relate. 



Once he broke through thin ice on a river, 

 and had to run all day long to keep his clothes 

 from setting stiff and jointless he must have 

 known what the old knights felt like in their 

 armour : another time he was caught in a 

 storm, and had to spend a couple of awful 

 nights among the rocks and the snow. When 

 he wanted a drink of warm tea, he cut chips 

 off his sled and made a fire. So much for our 

 great luxury, the postman. 



It may seem strange to talk of gardening 

 in so bleak a place as Labrador, but, strange 



