CHAPTER III 



After the ship has gone The smoke upon the sea Ice The 

 village tailor Cold weather Fetching water Our daily walk 

 The Labrador road. 



MY first real feeling of loneliness, in the 

 land which we call " Lonely Labrador," 

 came to me on the day when the 

 Harmony went away. In the small hours of 

 the morning, when the sun was making ready 

 to rise, the ship steamed out of the bay on 

 her way to the next station, and I awoke 

 that morning to a view of wide grey water 

 that seemed strangely empty. The black hull 

 and spidery rigging of the ship, that had been 

 in sight of my window for the past few days, 

 were gone ; the place felt quiet ; the village 

 seemed suddenly deserted, for the Eskimos 

 were away to their seal hunting, which they 

 had left when they came to help at the un- 

 loading of the ship. But, happily, there was 

 work to be done : all the things that the ship 

 had brought were waiting to be unpacked and 

 looked through. There was no time to be 

 lonely with three barrels of potatoes to sort, 



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