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jetty to the store-house ; the other was the 

 Mission wheelbarrow. This you might meet 

 some fine evening in the summer, pushed by 

 an old Eskimo woman in sackcloth overalls ; 

 coming up from the garden to fetch a load 

 of empty tins with which to cover the lettuce 

 shoots, so as to keep them from the night 

 frosts and the teeth of the busy mice. But 

 all this is by the way. In spite of the truck 

 and the wheelbarrow, and the narrow path 

 that leads to the tents or to the missionary's 

 garden, the sea remains the Great Labrador 

 Road ; and when the sea is frozen the Eskimo 

 begins to mend his sled and to look out the 

 harness for his dogs, and the boys are about 

 with their toy dog-whips, teaching unwilling 

 puppies to pull toy sleds. 



