Gilbert is a fine Christian man, and all the time, as he told me in relating his experience, he had been praying God to show him a way to safety.  He never was a coward, and he was not afraid to die, for he had faced death many times before and men of the wilderness become accustomed to the thought that sometime, out there in the silence and alone, the hand of the grim messenger may grasp them.  But he was afraid for Mrs. Blake and the four little ones at home.  Were he to perish there would be no one to earn a living for them.  He was frightened to think of the privations those he loved would suffer.

Suddenly, in the distance, he glimpsed two objects moving over the snow.  As they came nearer he discovered that they were men.  He shouted and waved his arms, and there was an answering signal.  Presently two Mountaineer Indians approached, hauling loaded toboggans, laughing and shouting a greeting as they recognized him.

“’Twas an answer to my prayers,” said Gilbert in relating the incident to me.  “I was fair scrammed when I saw them Indians.  They were the first Indians I had seen the whole winter.  They weren’t pretty, but just then they looked to me like angels from heaven, and just as pretty as any angels could look.”

The Indians had recently made a killing, and their toboggans were loaded with fresh caribou meat.  They made Gilbert eat until they nearly killed him with kindness, and they had an extra pair of snowshoes, which they gave him.

This is the life of the trapper on The Labrador.  This is the sort of man he is—­hardy, patient, brave and reverent.  He is a man of grit and daring, as he must be to cheerfully meet, with a stout heart and a smile, the constant hardships and adventures that beset him.

Dr. Grenfell declares that it is no hardship to devote his life to helping men like this.  His work among them brings constant joy to him.  They appreciate him, and he has grown to look upon them as all members of his big family.  He takes a personal and devoted interest in each.  It is a great comfort to the men to know that if any are sick or injured at home while they are away on the trails the mission doctor will do his best to heal them.  Before Grenfell went to The Labrador there was no doctor to call upon the whole winter through.

The trapping season for fur ends in April.  Then the trapper “strikes up” his traps, hangs them in trees where he will find them the following fall, packs his belongings on his toboggan and returns home, unless he is to remain to hunt bear.  In that case he must wait for the bears to come forth from their winter’s sleep, and this will keep the hunter in the wilderness until after the “break-up” comes and the ice goes out.  Those who go far inland usually wait in any case until the ice is out of the streams and boat or canoe traveling is possible and safe.

The break-up sets in, usually, early in June.  Then come torrential rains.  The snow-covered wilderness is transformed into a sea of slush.  New brooks rise everywhere and pour down with rush and roar into lakes and rivers.  The rivers over-flow their banks.  Trees are uprooted and are swept forward on the flood.  Broken ice jams and pounds its way through the rapids with sound like thunder.  The spring break-up is an inspiring and wonderful spectacle.