CHAPTER VIII 



A summons home The sleepy dogs Singing us off luto the 

 storm A risky trick Our camp in the river-bed Lost on the 

 mountain Julius to the rescue A house. 



I SUPPOSE that most people have wished at 

 one time or another that it was possible 

 to be in two places at once. 



I know that in the life of a mission doctor 

 on the coast of Labrador, where places are so 

 far apart and travelling is so slow, there often 

 come times when urgent calls must be obeyed, 

 and when one might well wish for wings and 

 the power of flitting to and fro among the 

 villages. Once upon a time my drivers and 

 I had scarcely reached the village of Nain 

 when there came a messenger, a solitary little 

 man on a short light sled, to call us back again 

 to Okak. He must have followed hard upon 

 our tracks, though he had started a couple 

 of days later than we : his dogs were worn 

 out, and he was weary with the constant push, 

 push, push to catch us up. 



Home we must go ; that was his message. 



I called big Julius, and put the matter to him. 



107 



