Part 6 (1/2)

If you had trouble with your eyes, you ought to get soar into them

Little sacks full of prayers tied round your neck were a great help in any sort of sickness

A father tied a split herring round his boy's throat for diphtheria

This shohat Dr Grenfell was up against when he caht to be done for sick people

One day, just as the Doctor had cast anchor between two little islands far out at sea, a little rowboat caantine

”Doctor!” a ood an' coirl? She's dyin'!”

The Doctor didn't need to be urged He went ashore in the rowboat In a rough bunk in a dark corner of a fishi+ng-hut lay a very pretty girl, about eighteen years old

All suto clean and dry and salt the fish

nobody asked if she was tired nobody asked if she wanted a vacation

She had done her faithful best--and noorn out, she was cast aside like an old shoe

One look told the Doctor that she was dying

The captain of the brigantine, as tender-hearted, and really cared for her, had decided that this was a case of typhoid He told the fisheret into the fish they were preparing to send off to market

So he had been the nurse But all he could do was feed her For teeks--during part of which time she was unconscious--she had not been washed, and her bed had not been changed

Outside it was a dark night, and the fog hung low andtrap-boat with sixsince

The skipper had stayed hoirl While he sat beside her wretched bunk, his ht and his anxiety for the six ly sea

”I wonder where the b'ys are now,” he o to the door and peer out under his hand into the night Nothing there but the dark and the o!” he would say ”'Tis a wonderful bad night for the fog I doubt they'll find their way in I should 'a' gone out wi' theives, an' the Lord He takes away: blessed be the nah sleeve, the captain came back and helped the Doctor put clean linen on the bed and wash the poor girl's gri fast

The captain went to the door again and again Outside there was no sound but the low ht wind in the blackness The fisherht do for the their distance

Suddenly as the captain glanced on the pale face of the girl, he gasped

”She's dead, Doctor, she's dead!” The Doctor felt her heart It was true The spirit of the brave little one at last beyond the beck and call ofla to do was to irl's few poor effects

So they took herout on the cliffs, piled them, soaked theh and made a beacon to be seen afar

Out there on the black face of the deep six hopeless, helplesstheir way blindly, saw the flaain