Dan 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 singleman. Eskimo once were numerous on 
both sides the Straits of Belle Isle. At Battle and at Cart- 
