Dr. Grenfell had thought about this a great deal.  He had made the best arrangements possible for the actually destitute little ones by finding more or less comfortable homes for them, and seeking contributions from generous folk in the United States, Canada and Great Britain to pay for their expense.

But it was not, perhaps, until Pomiuk, a little Eskimo boy, came under his care that he finally decided that the establishment of a children’s home could no longer be delayed.

Pomiuk’s home was in the far north of Labrador, where no trees grow, and where the seasons are quite as frigid as those of northern Greenland.  In summer he lived with his father and mother in a skin tent, or tupek, and in winter in a snow igloo, or iglooweuk.

Pomiuk’s mother cooked the food over the usual stone lamp, which also served to heat their igloo in winter.  This lamp, which was referred to in an earlier chapter, and described as a hollowed stone in the form of a half moon, was an exceedingly crude affair, measuring eighteen inches long on its straight side and nine inches broad at its widest part.  When it was filled with oil squeezed from a piece of seal blubber, the blubber was suspended over it at the back that the heat, when the wick of moss was lighted, would cause the blubber oil to continue to drip and keep the lamp supplied with oil.  The lamp gave forth a smoky, yellow flame.  This was the only fireside that little Pomiuk knew.  You and I would not think it a very cheerful one, perhaps, but Pomiuk was accustomed to cold and he looked upon it as quite comfortable and cheerful enough.

Ka-i-a-chou-ouk, Pomiuk’s father, was a hunter and fisherman, as are all the Eskimos.  He moved his tupek in summer, or built his igloo of blocks of snow in winter, wherever hunting and fishing were the best, but always close to the sea.

Here, under the shadow of mighty cliffs and towering, rugged mountains, by the side of the great water, Pomiuk was born and grew into young boyhood, and played and climbed among the mountain crags or along the ocean shore with other boys.  He loved the rugged, naked mountains, they stood so firm and solid!  No storm or gale could ever make them afraid, or weaken them.  Always they were the same, towering high into the heavens, untrod and unchanged by man, just as they had stood facing the arctic storms through untold ages.

From the high places he could look out over the sea, where icebergs glistened in the sunshine, and sometimes he could see the sail of a fishing schooner that had come out of the mysterious places beyond the horizon.  He loved the sea.  Day and night in summer the sound of surf pounding ceaselessly upon the cliffs was in his ears.  It was music to him, and his lullaby by night.

But he loved the sea no less in winter when it lay frozen and silent and white.  As far as his vision reached toward the rising sun, the endless plain of ice stretched away to the misty place where the ice and sky met.  Pomiuk thought it would be a fine adventure, some night, when he was grown to be a man and a great hunter, to take the dogs and komatik and drive out over the ice to the place from which the sun rose, and be there in the morning to meet him.  He had no doubt the sun rose out of a hole in the ice, and it did not seem so far away.