Il8 AN ESKIMO VILLAGE 



Juliana's hut. Maybe she had called for a chat as 

 she passed on her way to the brook for water ; 

 maybe she had been bidden to share a scrap of 

 food, for there is much kindliness among those 

 simple folk. However it be, the heathen woman was 

 seated in Juliana's hut, and the two were chatting 

 over the doings of the day. Juliana was rather 

 downcast. 



"My brother," she said, "has gone away to- 

 day ; my house will be very quiet ; even my little 

 father is gone, who used to lead me to church. I 

 shall not be able to go to church again, because the 

 .path is narrow and rough and covered with ice, and 

 I should fall and be torn by the dogs." 



Then the heathen woman proved herself a neigh- 

 bour. 



" I will come," she said " I will come and lead 

 you to church." 



" Nakomek " (I am thankful), said Juliana. 



So we had the wonderful sight of the heathen 

 woman leading blind Juliana to church. 



If you were out of doors when the bell began to 

 tinkle, you might see a bedraggled figure in oil- 

 stained clothes carefully leading the blind woman 

 neatly clad, by contrast, in an embroidered 

 blanket smock along the bumpy, icy, slippery 

 path, holding her by the arm where the worst places 

 came, pausing to tell her of crevices and lumps and 

 turns, leading blind Juliana to church. And if you 

 were in your place when this strange pair arrived, 

 you would hear a shuffling sound in the porch, with 



