Grenfell: Knight-Errant of the North. Fullerton Leonard Waldo

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you had trouble with your eyes, you ought to get somebody to blow sugar into them.

      Little sacks full of prayers tied round your neck were a great help in any sort of sickness.

      A father tied a split herring round his boy's throat for diphtheria.

      This shows what Dr. Grenfell was up against when he came to Labrador with his "scientific notions" about what ought to be done for sick people.

      One day, just as the Doctor had cast anchor between two little islands far out at sea, a little rowboat came to him from a small Welsh brigantine.

      "Doctor!" a man called out. "Would ye please be so good an' come ashore an' see a poor girl? She's dyin'!"

      The Doctor didn't need to be urged. He went ashore in the rowboat. In a rough bunk in a dark corner of a fishing-hut lay a very pretty girl, about eighteen years old.

      All summer long, poor thing—the only woman among many men—she had been cooking, mending, helping to clean and dry and salt the fish.

      Nobody asked if she was tired. Nobody asked if she wanted a vacation. She had done her faithful best—and now, worn out, she was cast aside like an old shoe.

      One look told the Doctor that she was dying.

      The captain of the brigantine, who was tender-hearted, and really cared for her, had decided that this was a case of typhoid. He told the fishermen to keep away—for the germs might get into the fish they were preparing to send off to market.

      So he had been the nurse. But all he could do was feed her. For two weeks—during part of which time she was unconscious—she had not been washed, and her bed had not been changed.

      Outside it was a dark night, and the fog hung low and menacing over the water. The big trap-boat with six men, and the skipper's sons among them, had been missing since morning.

      The skipper had stayed home to take care of the poor little servant girl. While he sat beside her wretched bunk, his mind was divided between her plight and his anxiety for the six men out there in the angry, ugly sea.

      "I wonder where the b'ys are now," he muttered.

      Then he would go to the door and peer out under his hand into the night. Nothing there but the dark and the mystery.

      "'Twas time they were back,—long, long ago!" he would say. "'Tis a wonderful bad night for the fog. I doubt they'll find their way in. I should 'a' gone out wi' them. But no, she needed me! Poor girl! The Lord, He gives, an' the Lord He takes away: blessed be the name o' the Lord!"

      Wiping his eyes on his rough sleeve, the captain came back and helped the Doctor put clean linen on the bed and wash the poor girl's grimy face.

      She was unconscious now: her life was ebbing fast.

      The captain went to the door again and again. Outside there was no sound but the low moaning of the night wind in the blackness. The fishermen, afraid of what the mysterious disease might do for them, were keeping their distance.

      Suddenly as the captain glanced on the pale face of the girl, he gasped.

      "She's dead, Doctor, she's dead!" The Doctor felt her heart. It was true. The spirit of the brave little maid had gone at last beyond the beck and call of men.

      It was midnight, and over the dim and smoking lamp the captain and the Doctor decided that the best thing to do was to make a bonfire of the girl's few poor effects.

      So they took her meagre clothes and miserable bedding out on the cliffs, piled them, soaked them in oil, and set them afire.

      The flames leapt high and made a beacon to be seen afar.

      Out there on the black face of the deep six hopeless, helpless men in a trap-boat, groping their way blindly, saw the flames and took heart again.

      "See!" they cried to one another. "Look there! Up yonder on the cliffs! They're givin' us a light to steer by!"

      They drove their oars into the yeasty waves again with strength renewed. Little did they know what it was that had made the light for them.

      When at last they dragged their boat ashore and hobbled to the hut, they saw the body of the girl, the lamp, and the captain and the Doctor making the body ready for the burial. They entered the hut, and were told what had happened.

      "B'ys," said the foremost, "she's dead. Mary's dead. The last thing she did was to give us a light to show us the way home. Poor girl, poor little girl!"

      Once when a small steamer Grenfell was using had broken down, he found shelter in a one room hut ashore.

      The inmates had few clothes, almost no food, and neither tools nor proper furniture. There was nothing between them and the Aurora Borealis but ruin and famine. There were eight children. Five slept in one bed: three slept with the parents in the other bed: Grenfell in his sleeping-bag lay on the floor, his nose at the crack of the door to get fresh air.

      They all suffered from the cold, for there was not a blanket in the house.

      "Where's the blanket I sent you last year?" asked the Doctor.

      The mother raised her skinny arm and pointed about the room to patched trousers and coats.

      Then she said, with a good deal of feeling, "If youse had five lads all trying to get under one covering to onct, Doctor, you'd soon know what would happen to that blanket."

      First thing in the morning, Grenfell boiled some cocoa, and took the two elder boys out for a seal-hunt.

      To a boy on the Labrador, a seal-hunt is the biggest kind of a lark. If it is winter, the seals may be caught near their blow-holes in the ice, and hit over the head with a stick called a gaff. In summer, they must be shot from a boat.

      One of the boys, when he thought the Doctor was not looking, emptied the steaming fragrant cocoa from his mug and filled it with water instead.

      "I 'lows I'se not accustomed to no sweetness," was his excuse.

      The boys proved the jolliest of comrades and the best of huntsmen. In the nipping wind they rowed the boat where the Doctor told them, so that he could shoot. He had on a lined leather coat: but they had only torn cotton shirts and thin jackets to face the raw dampness of the early morning.

      But they laughed and joked and carried on, and didn't care whether any seals were found or not. The hunt was unsuccessful. When Grenfell left, however, he promised the boys they should have a dozen fox traps for the winter.

      Their eyes shone, and they grasped his hands. It was to them a princely, a magnificent gift.

      "Doctor, Doctor!" was all they could say. "What can we do for ye?"

      "Go out and catch foxes," said the Doctor. "We'll see what we can get for them when you catch them."

      Next summer the Doctor, true to his word as always, came back and found the little house as bare and bleak as before. But the boys met him with the same old broad grins on their faces, cheerful as the sunrise.

      "See, Doctor!" They flourished the precious pelt of a silver fox. "We kep' it for youse, though us hadn't ne'er a bit in the house. We knowed you'd do better'n we with he."

      So Dr. Grenfell said he would try. He went to an island where Captain Will Bartlett made his home. This Bartlett was the father of "Bob" Bartlett who captained Peary's ship, the Roosevelt, on the successful trip to the North Pole in 1909. Father Bartlett was famous round about for sealing and fishing, and he had not only a thriving summer trade of his own but a big heart for unfortunate neighbors.

      "Do your best for me, Captain Will," said Grenfell, handing over the skin.

      "That I will, Doctor!" answered Bartlett heartily. "Drop in on your way back."

      The Doctor did so—and he found Captain Will had put aside a full boat-load of provisions of all sorts for the starving family.

      Happy in the thought of the good it would do, Grenfell started back for the promontory at Big River where he had every reason to expect the family would be watching for him anxiously.

      As he neared the land—he saw no one