The Indians at first were extremely shy. Then they waxed merry, and as they bought they laughed and chatted. In the party were three women. One of them was young and good-looking, and she was showered with presents--kettles, cups and saucers, perfumed soap and cologne! A young man bought for her anything she wanted--and every time he made a purchase for the fair one the others laughed aloud. And each time he bestowed a gift, one of the other women turned to her husband and made him buy the same thing for her. Human nature is the same on the Labrador as on Coney Island. It took two days for them to do their buying, and wrap up their purchases, and say farewell. By this time Indians and Eskimo were sworn friends. The Eskimo crowded to the end of the little pier, and knelt down to reach over and grasp the hands of the parting guests. There were shouts of "Yomai!" from the Indians, and various cries in answer from the Eskimo. Then, crouching on their heels, the Indians trimmed their sails to the breeze and were borne swiftly round the point to be seen no more. How different is all this from the days of old, when the Eskimo were called "the most savage people in the world!" IX ALONE ON THE ICE In April, 1908, Dr. Grenfell had the closest call of his life. Of course in April the ice and snow are still deep over the bays and forelands of Labrador and northern Newfoundland. There is not the slightest sign that spring with its flowers and mosquitoes is coming. All travel save by dog-team is at a standstill, and only a life-and-death message--such as Dr. Grenfell is constantly getting--is a reason for facing the howling winds and the driving snows of the blizzards that the bravest seamen and the mightiest hunters have good reason to fear. On Easter Sunday morning at his St. Anthony home Dr. Grenfell was walking back from the little church to his house after the morning service, thinking of the sermon, and of his mother in England. Suddenly a boy came running after him from the hospital near by. "Oh, Doctor, Doctor!" The Doctor turned in his deep, floundering steps to see who it was that called him. "Doctor," panted the small messenger, "I came to the hospital to fetch ye. There's a man with dogs, from sixty mile away down to the south, and he says they must have a doctor come to 'em, right off, or the boy'll die." The Doctor put his kind hand on the little fellow's shoulder. "Who is it that is sick?" "I dunno, Doctor, but he's wonderful sick. He'll die unless ye come." The Doctor thought a moment--then he remembered. It was a young man on whom he had operated two weeks before, for a bone disease that was eating away his thigh. Those who had tried to help him had closed up the wound--the worst thing to do. The poison had collected, and probably the leg would have to be taken off.