Part 8 (2/2)

”No, Toe somehow

We'll borrow”

”Ain't nobody to borrow froot nothin' We uns is all starvin' Hope Sandy Maule's letter gits to that there Dr Grenfell”

”Who's Dr Grenfell?”

”He's a doctor cooin' to help us”

”Will he have anythin' to eat?”

”Yes--he'll have suthin' But he's got lots o' friends in England an'

As”

”What'd Sandy Maule write?”

Toun with a raun worked He , hard hunt on the ice that lay ahead of him

”Sandy Maule wrote, 'Please, Doctor, come and start a station here for us if you can My family and I are starvin' All the folks around us are starvin' too The fish hain't struck in and bit like they should

We're cuttin' pieces outa the sides o' our rubber boots an' tyin' 'es like that, Sandy writ to the Doctor”

Mrs Bradley drew the sleeve of her thin, worn calico dress across her eyes She was a brave woone She did not want her husband to see her cry

”It's all of it true,” she said ”If I could only get a little fresh ht as well ask for the moon”

She did not speak bitterly She would stay by her man and live for her children to the end

”Well,” said Too out with the ole gun an' see e get” Not one of the little boys was old enough to go, but the dogs Ji upon their -tea trip they borrowed from one another What one had, they all had

As To: ”One of those dogs would keep the family alive for a while But I sure would hate to kill one of the poor brutes They've been the best friends we ever had” His wife knehat he was thinking, though the dogs did not

Then he spoke ”Gihtly

”Cheer up This little ole gun andtis leaping beside hi to lick his mittened hands

Away out yonder on the ice was a little black speck He strained his eyes to see

”There's one!” he s coo poppin' into its old blow-hole afore I kin git it”