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ing, we dropped anchor off a long narrow creek, 

 round which our glasses revealed rude fishing stages 

 and . mud huts. The name of the harbour was 

 Domino. 



Five minutes was long enough to bring several 

 small boats alongside, with eager inquiries as to who 

 this strange vessel might be ! Where was it bound ? 

 what was its errand? while a few more minutes 

 saw us being swiftly rowed ashore to come and see 

 G who had been " bad all summer." 



Soon I was sitting in a tiny, dark mud hut, with 

 neither glass in the hole that served for light and air, 

 nor a chimney to carry up the smoke from the fire 

 on the floor, through the large hole in the roof 

 intended for its escape. A groaning man sat doubled 

 up on a rude bench in a dark corner of the room, 

 while his wife endeavoured to restrain the super- 

 abundant energy of a crowd of children. " Been ill 

 long?" I asked, after the usual greetings had been 

 exchanged. " About three weeks. Wish I could 

 get home. There's no chance for a sick man up 

 here." Evidently he did not yet grasp the idea of 

 our hospital ship. "Well, we'll see what can be 

 done," and the case was inquired into, and found to 

 my joy to be one for which relief could, by care, 

 be obtained. After some further talk, in which one 

 or two fishermen joined, who had entered during 

 the examination, we had a few words of prayer for 

 God's blessing on the means used, and left for the 

 ship, leaving behind us, for the Albert's first even- 



