BY ESKIMO DOG-SLED 209 



of the language of the Eskimos around them ; 

 but they were happy. They were telling the 

 good news of the Gospel of Christ to one of 

 the strangest and loneliest of peoples, in a land 

 where you would hardly have thought that 

 any man but an Eskimo could live ; and the 

 joy of their work was their reward. 



Perhaps Labrador is not quite so lonely 

 nowadays : fishing vessels come along the 

 coast in the summer ; a mail steamer sent 

 by Government bustles to and fro ; but still 

 the great sea freezes as before ; for eight 

 months of the year the lonely coast of Labrador 

 is closed by the ice. And so it is that to-day, 

 just as in the days gone by, the missionary 

 lives his lonely life during all that long winter, 

 happy in his work, teaching the little children, 

 holding service in the church, translating 

 hymns and stories for the Eskimos to sing and 

 read, and visiting the people in their huts and 

 at their lonely hunting places. And just as 

 in the old days, the Coming of the Ship is the 

 great day of the year. 



In the month of July, when the ice had 

 floated away, and the tides came rustling up 

 the beach once more, we began to take our 

 walks upon the hillsides, and to look out over 

 the wide sea, watching and waiting for the ship. 

 We wrote our letters ; we made room in the 



