Do you see the station boat lying a little way from the end of the pier?  She is named the “Kitty,” and has an interesting history.  Many years ago she brought to Okak the five survivors of the ship “Kitty” lost in the ice of Hudson’s Bay.  The captain and ten men escaped in the larger boat, but fell into the hands of heathen Eskimoes, who treacherously murdered them all.  Those in the smaller boat rounded Cape Chudley and were driven by the wind among the islands near Okak.  Here they were seen by Eskimoes belonging to the station.  Emaciated and famished, they feared a cruel death, but to their astonishment the natives helped them ashore, took them into their little hut of sods, wrapped them in skins, and supplied them with food.  Very beautiful to those ship-wrecked mariners sounded the singing and very solemn the prayers at the morning and evening devotions of their Eskimo deliverers.  As soon as the wind permitted, the natives brought them to the station, where they were carried ashore to this mission-house and received every attention.  They were in a deplorable condition and the missionaries had to perform some surgical operations on severely frost-bitten limbs.  When recovered, three of them went to the south, and the other two worked their passage home in the “Harmony.”

Here come a number of women and children running to the pier.  Several of the women have babies in their hoods.  There must be something of special interest.  Yes, the fishermen from the schooner are coming ashore in their boat, and I perceive their flag is flying half-mast high, indicating a death aboard their vessel.  They came into the bay yesterday, piloted by some of our Eskimoes, and bringing a dying comrade.  Their request for medicine was at once granted, but the poor man lay unconscious.  His “mates” said he had not lacked spiritual exhortation and comfort, adding simply and humbly, “several of us know the way, sir.”  So they did, as was evident from further observation of, and conversation with them.  They were very grateful for Christian literature.[B] Now they have come for boards to make a coffin for their dead comrade, and the Eskimo women and children watch the strangers with curiosity, but not rudely.  On the whole, I think our Eskimoes very well behaved.  Their Christianity has certainly improved their manners in everyday life, as well as made them remarkably devout in church.

There is the church bell.  Being the first Monday in the month, it is the missionary prayer-meeting.  Let us go.  The interior of the church is similar to that at Hopedale already described, and the congregation is more numerous.  Edification predominates, but one or two amusing items may be noted.  The babies are rather noisy.  Should one or another get too obstreperous, however, the mother slips it into her hood behind, and marches to the door on the women’s side.  The worthy widow, who acts as chapel servant, opens the door and then closes it upon the little