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 moving. The boat was beached, and the Doctor went up to the house. The door was locked: there was no one within hail, though he shouted again and again. Grenfell knew this absence must mean that the whole family had gone to the distant islands for the fishing. So he broke in the door, piled the things he had brought inside, and wrote a letter. "This is the price of your pelt. Put all the fur you catch next winter in a barrel and sit on the top of the barrel till the spring, when we are coming back again. Be sure not to let anybody get it from you at a low price." During the winter, accordingly, the family put by the furs that they got from the animals which the boys caught in their traps. In the summer, Grenfell took the pelts to the nearest cash buyer, and with the money supplies were bought in St. John's. The poor fisherman found that he had more food than he needed, so he sold the surplus, at a fair profit, to his neighbor. Year after year this was kept up, and when the father died he left Grenfell $200 in cash to be divided among the children. Thus the Doctor had the satisfaction of bringing this family up from a blanketless poverty, on the flat brink of starvation, to something like wealth in a land where a man with fire-wood, lettuce, dogs, codfish in the sea and a few dollars in hand thinks he is well off and piously thanks Heaven for his good fortune.