232 LABRADOR 



often than not the appropriate picture of the Kaiser), 

 combine to transport a visitor momentarily to Europe, to 

 the German homes which these good men have left, never to 

 return. 



I had the pleasure a partly melancholy pleasure 

 of introducing the first gramophone to the attention of 

 a venerable brother who had not visited his home for many 

 years. As he drew near the room in which the machine 

 was playing some musical record, I saw the unbidden tear 

 roll down my dear old friend's cheek, as even that crude 

 music irresistibly called to memory former happy days 

 when the music of the Fatherland was all about him. 



Near Nain is a great outcrop of blue labradorite. The 

 hunting and fishing near this station are also excellent at 

 times, and there are many things to attract the visitor. 

 But first amongst these are the hospitable Brethren and the 

 neat congregations at their regular services, where the 

 excellent singing and orchestral playing of the Eskimo men 

 and women is a revelation to the stranger. 



This station is the head of the trade, too. For the Mis- 

 sion is an industrial one, and therein, to my mind, lies its 

 immense value. It not only tends to the mind and spirit, 

 but it looks after the "vile body." Had it not been so 

 during the last one hundred and fifty years, there would 

 now be no bodies through which to get at souls. There 

 can be no question the Moravians have so far saved the 

 native population for Labrador. The more numerous 

 Eskimo that once flourished between Hopedale, their south- 

 ernmost Eskimo station, and Anticosti Island, are gone 

 almost to a single man. Eskimo once were numerous on 

 both sides the Straits of Belle Isle. At Battle and at Cart- 



