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was present, and more than one of our hearts were 

 full at the evidence of the reality of God's Spirit 

 among this out-of-the-way, isolated people. Long 

 before sunrise on Monday, indeed immediately after 

 midnight, my good host was away in his boat after 

 the wreck of his cod- trap, and .by breakfast had 

 returned, his face radiant with the same happy smile 

 he always has, saying, " I knew it would be all right, 

 doctor. The worst of the ice passed outside it ; a 

 few hours' work, and we shall get it all right again." 



In the Straits of Belle Isle we visited all the 

 stations to Old Ford Island, about 100 miles from 

 the entrance. At L'Anse au Loup, Blanc Sablon 

 (the boundary between Canada and Newfoundland), 

 and at Bonne Esperance, we found large stations 

 for fishing, with numbers of men hard at work at 

 the caplin school. We had quite a number of 

 surgical and medical cases, including two of true 

 (sailor's) scurvy from want of proper food. At one 

 place we were called to operate on the back of a 

 French settler, at another on the arm of a poor 

 Newfoundland schooner-man. In this last case I 

 had the assistance of a Roman Catholic priest who 

 was journeying along the coast 



While visiting in Forteau Bay we passed close to 

 the wreck of H.M.S. Lily. We found here that a 

 Beaver line steamer, the s.s. Lake Nepigon, had 

 recently run ashore. While journeying down the 

 straits she had struck on a whale-back iceberg, 

 and was sinking head foremost, like the. Victoria, 



