134 Our North Land. 



It was amusing to observe the tactics of our Expedition photo- 

 grapher at the close of the morning service. Scarcely had the last 

 syllables of the benediction died on the parson's lips, when that 

 enterprising young man approached him and, introducing his subject, 

 remarked that the Canadian people were deeply interested in the 

 welfare of the Hudson's Bay missions, and were most anxious to 

 learn everything possible concerning them. To meet this require- 

 ment, and in order to carry back with him tangible evidence of 

 church work in the far north, he had ventured, even on the Sabbath, 

 and even on the occasion of visiting the Lord's house, to bring along 

 with him a small camera, and — would the parson be so kind> would 

 he think it out of place, would it be possible, and would the people 

 not be too much shocked ? 



The parson looked greatly bewildered, and the young man saw 

 plainly that the point must be reached without delay as the congre- 

 gation was rapidly separating. 



" Would it be too much," he asked, " to get the people together at 

 the door of the church, just for a few seconds ; and there, with their 

 shepherd at their front, I could secure a photograph of' the whole, 

 the little church included, in less than a minute. The people of 

 Canada would be so glad to see such a picture. " 



The reverend gentleman began to understand the position. He 

 thought that perhaps the emergency would warrant the seeming 

 disregard of the Sabbath ; and, after a few hurried words with the 

 chief trader, gave his consent and began to get the motley crowd 

 into position. As Mr. Fox, with a great rubber coat over his head, 

 began to adjust the lens, while an ugly looking husky dog growled 

 threateningly at his side, I said, surely the energy and enterprise of 

 our artist has reached a climax. But the photograph was secured, 



and I do not suppose the sermon lost any of its good results in con- 







sequence. 



