A LABRADOR SPRING 
found in these thin-walled houses even in 
mid-winter. 
The firmly closed windows of these houses 
reminded me of a former experience on the 
eastern Labrador coast. My companion and I 
occupied an 8 by 10 room, and, being peculiar, 
felt it essential to have the window open. This 
was not easily accomplished for the window, 
either through lack of practice or because it 
was not intended to be opened, was almost as 
immovable as the rocks on which the house was 
built. However, we at last managed to raise it 
far enough to insert our arms in the crack, and 
then, with a heave all together, we succeeded 
in wedging it up about eighteen inches, — 
enough to let the fresh air blow in and the fog. 
When we left, my friend remarked that they 
would have some difficulty in closing that 
window, and as we stopped at the same house 
on our return from the north, I was amused 
to see that his prophecy was correct, for there 
were marks of blows on the window-frame 
and an axe was in the corner. The axe stood 
us in good stead in opening the window again. 
Dr. Grenfell’s hardest work is to teach the Lab- 
radorians the value of fresh air inside their 
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