Part 3 (1/2)

One day, Sir Frederick Treves said to him: ”Go to the North Sea, where the deep-sea fishero in January, you will see soo in suo for a rest”

Grenfell turned the idea over and over in his mind He had always loved the sea and been the friend of sailors and fisherht of the help he could be as a doctor a theo fro North Sea

Yarmouth, about 120fisheries, which engage about 300 vessels and 3,000 men

A short distance off the shore are sandbanks, and between these and the ood anchorage for shi+ps drawing eighteen or nineteen feet of water

So one pitch-black and rainy night Grenfell packed his bag and went to Yarmouth At the railway-station he found a retired fisherman with a cab that threatened to fall apart if you looked at it too hard They drove a couple of shore in the darkness, and found what looked like two posts sticking out of the sand

”Where's the shi+p?” asked Grenfell

”Those are her top ”Tide's low The rest of her is hidden by the wharf”

Grenfell scrambled over a hillock and a dim anchor-lantern showed hihts was to be his tossing horeat waters

In answer to his hail, a voice called back cheerily: ”Mind the rigging; it's just tarred and greased”

But Grenfell was already sliding down it, nih it was so sticky he had to wrench his hands and feet fro tobacco a-fleet, and for the next two months no land was seen, except two distant islands: and the decks were never free from ice and snow

Aboard many of the boats to which they came the entire crew, skipper and all, were 'prentices not ot no pay, except a little pocket- skippers were harder still Often they had been sent to sea from industrial schools and reformatories

One aard boy had cooked the ”duff” for dinner and burned it So the skipper ging, climb to the cross-tree with the cinders one by one, and throw the the act till he had disposed of the contents of the scuttle

A boy who had not cleaned the cabin as he should was given a bucketful of sea water, and wasit with a teaspoon into another bucket, and then putting it back the same way

Most of the boys were lively and merry, and always ready for a lark

Grenfell, who has never been able to forget that he was once a boy, got along famously with them, and was hail-felloell-met wherever he went

Once, when he was aboard a little sailing-vessel, he was playing cricket on the deck, and the last ball went over the side

He dived after it at once, telling the helling in the water, he got so rattled that it was a long ti the boat near hied to catch hold of the end of a rope that was thrown to him and climb aboard

But the cricket ball was in his hand!

III

WESTWARD HO! FOR LABRADOR

”In eighteen hundred and ninety-two Grenfell sailed the ocean blue----”

froed schooner

This wasn't such an abrupt change of base as it sounds, for it meant that the Royal Mission to the Deep Sea Fishermen, which works in the North Sea, had decided to send a ”Superintendent” to the coast of the North Atlantic, east of Canada and north of Newfoundland, where many shi+ps each summer went in quest of the cod

If you will look on the , narrow strip along the coast from the mouth of the St

Lawrence to Cape Chidley This strip belongs to the crown colony of Newfoundland, the big triangular island to the south of the Straits of Belle Isle, and Newfoundland is entirely independent of the Doion always speak of going to ”the Labrador,” and they call it going ”down,” not ”up,” when it is a question of faring north