Part 5 (1/2)

”Is there a doctor on board?” was the next hail

”I'm a doctor,” called Grenfell

”Glory be!” came the answer ”There'll be plenty for you to do ashore, Doctor!”

So instead of rest and coe Grenfell and those with hiht in and help with both hands right and left

It ith heavy hearts a few days later that they said good-by and started north for Labrador where there were people who needed them even more than the burned-out folk of St John's

They ran across the Straits of Belle Isle, through which the River St

Lawrence flows to the Atlantic, and the sun flashed on a hundred icebergs at once, in a glorious procession

The seabirds were fighting and crying over the fish

The whales were leaping clean out of the sea, as if they were playing a gahed aloud as he watched them ”I say, boys,” he said to the sailors, ”don't you wish you could jump out of the water like that?”

”I e had all the oil there is in all them whales!” said Bill, who had a very practical -fleet they sailed

Flags of welcome were run up to the mastheads of the schooners There were about 30,000 Newfoundlanders in the whole fleet, on more than 100 schooners--and Grenfell's boat was a little bit of a thing compared with most of them

But they all knew that the small boat had sailed clear across the sea to help therateful they were that a real doctor had co froar-bowl

One one

His boat was little better than a bunch of boards with a dab of tar here and there

For a long ti up at Dr Grenfell, who leaned over the rail gazing down at him

By and by the fisherman broke the silence

”Be you a real doctor, sir?”

”That's what I call myself,” answered Grenfell

”What's your naot no money, but----”

He stopped

”I don't care about the money,” Grenfell answered ”What's the trouble?”