from head to foot with butter, and finished off with a liberal coating
of oakum. The doctor said, by the time he had himself scraped and
bathed her, put her in a fresh cool bed with a jug of spring water
beside her to drink, she looked as if she thought the gates of
Paradise had opened.

Mails reached us at the Moravian station, and your most welcome
letters loomed large on the postal horizon. You ask if I have not
found the year long. I will answer by telling you the accepted
derivation of the name "Labrador." It comes from the Portuguese, and
means "the labourer," because those early voyagers intended to send
slaves back to His Majesty. Well-filled time, so the psychologists
tell us, is short in passing, and "down North," before you are half
into the day's tasks, you look up to find that "the embers of the day
are red." You must have guessed, too, that I should not have evinced
such contentment during these months if my fellow workers had not been
congenial. I shall always remember their devotion, and readiness to
serve both one another and the people; and I know that the years to
come will only deepen my appreciation of what their friendship has
meant to me.

How glad I was when the winter came, and I was no longer classed as a
newcomer! I had heard so much about dog driving that I remember
thinking the resultant sensations must be akin to those Elijah
experienced in his chariot. But now I have driven with dogs in summer,
and that is more than most of the older stagers can boast. In a
prosperous little village in the Straits lives the rural dean. He is a
devoted and practical example of what a shepherd and bishop of souls
can be. There is not a good work for the benefit of his flock--and he
is not bound by the conventional and unchristian denominational
prejudices--which does not find in him a leader. His interests range
from cooeperation to a skin-boot industry. But the problem of getting
about when you have no Aladdin's carpet is acute. He goes by dog sled
and shanks' pony in winter, and used to go by boat and shanks' pony in
summer. Then one day he had the inspiration of building a two-wheeled
shay, and harnessing in his lusty and idle dog team. Now he drives
about at a rate that "Jehu the son of Nimshi would approve," and is
independent of winds and weather.

Sunday to-morrow. We are running south for the Ragged Islands. If I
were not on the hospital ship, and therefore an involuntary example to
the people, I