Grenfell: Knight-Errant of the NorthWaldo, Fullerton L. (Fullerton Leonard)
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Grenfell: Knight-Errant of the North
Waldo, Fullerton L. (Fullerton Leonard)
Grenfell, Wilfred Thomason, Sir, 1865-1940
VIII. CAPTURED BY INDIANS 147
IX. ALONE ON THE ICE 162
X. A FIGHT WITH THE SEA 183
XI. THE KIDNAPPERS 201
XII. WHEN THE BIG FISH "STRIKE IN" 230
XIII. BIRDS OF MANY A FEATHER 238
XIV. BEASTS BIG AND LITTLE 249
XV. THE KEEPER OF THE LIGHT 264
XVI. THROUGH THE BLIZZARD 284
XVII. WHY THE DOCTOR WAS LATE 296
The incidents of the first chapter are founded strictly on fact,
but slight liberties have been taken with minor details here and
elsewhere. For example, the Doctor is sometimes represented as
talking with persons whose names stand for types rather than
individuals; and it is the spirit rather than the letter of the
conversations that is reported.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
A Ford Car Can't Do This _Frontispiece_
Map of Labrador _Facing p._ 36
Castles and Cathedrals of Ice Afloat " " 94
Let's Go! " " 110
"Who Said Halt?" " " 198
Off Duty " " 242
Where Four Feet Are Better Than Two " " 290
Grenfell: Knight-Errant of the North
I
A BOY AND THE SEA
"I wonder if Jim is ever going to get back! My, isn't it an awful
storm!"
Wilfred Grenfell, then a small boy, stood at the window of his home in
Cheshire, England, looking out across the sea-wall at the raging,
seething waters of the Irish Sea.
The wind howled and the snowflakes beat against the window-panes as if
they were tiny birds that wanted to get in.
"Mother," he pleaded, "can I put on my sweater and my rubber boots and
go down on the beach and see if I can find Jim?"
"Yes," said his mother. "But wrap yourself up warmly, and don't stay
long--and don't take any risks, will you, dear?"
Almost before the words were out of her mouth, Wilf was down the
stairs and out in the roadway, where fishermen watched their little
boats as they tossed at anchor riding out the storm.
Wilf stepped up to a big, grizzled mariner he knew, whom every one
called Andy.
"Andy, have you seen Jim?"
"Jim who?"
"Jim Anderson."
"Was he the chap that went out in the _Daisy Bell_ about four hours
ago?"
"Yes," said Wilf, trying to control himself, "and he wanted me to go
with him, but----"
His words were cut short by a great wave that hurled itself against
the wall. The spray leapt high over the stones and drenched Andy and
the boy.
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