The Eskimoes also write the names of their missionaries with considerable variations as to spelling.  “Pinsilamut” might be the address of a letter to Mr. Bindschedler, and I have seen “Karizima"’ stand for Mr. Kretschmer.  The natives have no idea of such titles as Mr. or Mrs., and they still call the majority of their missionaries by their Christian names.

[Illustration:  ICE AGROUND.]

Wednesday, August 29th.—­5 A.M.  The sun just rising.  We are between Lundberg Island and the Saddle, so named from its shape.  Its “stirrups,” two little rocks, are supplemented by a great, white berg.  To the south-west Kiglapeit is still visible, and to the west are the hills on Okak Island, including “Smith Hill,” so called after Tiger Schmitt[A] of South African fame.  I did not know before that the good man had also been a missionary in Labrador.  How ready our forefathers were to go anywhere, everywhere, if only they could “win one soul for the Saviour!” The grandest mountain in the landscape is Cape Mugford.  Yes, it does look like Salisbury Crags on a large scale, as a missionary remarked to me last year on the Calton Hill in Edinburgh.

In the course of the morning Okak came in sight, visible at a much greater distance than any other station.  Another hour and we had entered the bay and were approaching our anchorage.  A very numerous company gathered on the pier and sang; how or what I could not hear for the rattling of our iron cable.  Then the “Kitty” came off to us, bringing the missionaries Schneider, Stecker, and Schaaf, and seventeen natives.

Soon after we got ashore to be welcomed also by the three sisters, the mist, which we had seen gathering round the Saddle, came in from the sea, first drawing a broad, white stripe straight across the entrance of the bay, then gradually enveloping everything.  Experience of driving to and fro off this coast in such a fog makes one doubly thankful to be safe ashore, with our good ship riding at anchor in the bay.

FOOTNOTES: 

[Footnote A:  See “Conquests of the Cross” (an admirable Missionary Serial, published by Cassell & Co.), Part I., p. 20.]

THE MOST PRIMITIVE STATION IN LABRADOR.

Our dear missionaries who dwell in Labrador for the King’s work have certainly not much space in their small sitting-rooms and smaller bedrooms, for each family is content with two apartments, easily warmed in winter.  They meet in the common dining room for meals, the household worship or conference, and the sisters take it in turns, a week at a time, to preside over the kitchen department, where they have the aid of an Eskimo servant.  Besides the ministry and the pastoral care of their congregations, the brethren share between them a vast variety of constantly recurring temporal duties, for in Labrador there is no baker, greengrocer, and butcher round the