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to say nothing of attempts at European 

 cookery, such as home-baked bread, some- 

 times grey and sodden, sometimes light and 

 wholesome, so that we wondered how Eskimo 

 hands and Eskimo stoves could bake so well ; 

 roasted dough, as hard as bricks, a concoction 

 of flour and water baked on the top of a tiny 

 iron stove ; and even, on festal occasions, 

 dough with currants. 



There are memories, too, of the people who 

 passed through the hospital wards : there is 

 the man who was brought ninety miles over 

 the mountain pass from Nain, with the two 

 noble fellows who had offered to bring him 

 pushing on and on through a blizzard, for- 

 getting themselves and their weariness because 

 they knew he must be brought quickly : there 

 is young Jerry, who came sixty miles with a 

 broken leg, tied fast upon a dog sled : there 

 is little Kettura. Kettura is a brisk little 

 housewife who came as a passenger upon 

 her husband's sled to have treatment for her 

 eyes. 



For a week she had to be blindfolded ; and 

 there she sat on her bed in the ward, with 

 both eyes bandaged over, singing in her clear 

 sweet voice, and improvising an accompani- 

 ment on an old guitar. As we went about our 

 work we could hear the twankle-twankle of 



