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photographer. "No," he replied, "but I have a small 

 private stock." "Would you sell me some printing paper? 

 I have run out." "We may not sell privately," he 

 replied, "but I shaH be glad to give you half mine." "But 

 that you cannot afford to do. You must let me at least 

 defray the actual cost." "The Society gives us 23 a 

 year," he said, "and that supplies all our needs. What 

 do I want more money for ? We have everything we can 

 possibly need." The whole conversation burnt into my 

 mind. It is worthy of reproduction where it may be read 

 by others, for it is typical of the spirit of all the workers, 

 and shows they have learnt possibly the hardest lesson 

 for the world to learn, namely, the true value of gold, 

 reckoning by the best standard. 



Some ninety miles to the south again is Hopedale, the 

 sixth station. It is the southern border of the tribe now, 

 and one cannot visit the station without feeling forcibly 

 that the fringe is ravelling out, and that the race in Labrador 

 is facing its inevitable doom. Mixed with the dying, purer 

 type, are an increasing and stronger element of half-breeds. 

 It is in these that much of the hope for the future popula- 

 tion of Labrador at present lies. Here one of the Brethren 

 has had some medical training, and has, single-handed, done 

 some excellent work in emergency cases. The Brethren here, 

 also, have done a considerable amount of scientific work in 

 the past, both in climatology, botany, and ornithology. 



The last Moravian station is at Makkovik, fifty miles 

 south. It was only erected in 1900, and was put there in 

 the hope of fostering the scattered half-breeds and settlers 

 who are slowly beginning to populate that section of coast. 

 It is a valuable stand for those travelling the coast in winter. 



