“Where did you come from in this storm?” he asked, hardly believing his eyes that men could travel in that drift and gale.

“We comes from Cape Norman, sir, to fetch you,” answered one of the men.

“Fetch me!” exclaimed the Doctor.  “Do you believe dogs can travel against this gale?”

“No, sir, they never could stem it, not ’till the wind shifts, whatever,” said the man.  “Us comes with un drivin’ from behind.  The gale blows us here.”

That was literally true.  Ten miles of their journey had been over partially protected land, but for twenty miles it lay over unobstructed sea ice where the gale blew with all its force.  Only the deep snow prevented them being carried at a pace that would have wrecked their sledge, in which case they would certainly have perished.

“When did you leave Cape Norman?” asked the Doctor.

“Eight o’clock last evenin’, sir,” said the man.

All night these brave men, with no thought of reward, had been enduring that terrible storm to bring assistance to a neighbor!  After the manner of the Newfoundlanders they had already fed and cared for the comfort of their wearied dogs, before giving thought to themselves, staggering with fatigue as they were.

“Go into the hospital and get your dinner,” directed the Doctor.  “When you’ve eaten, go to bed.  We’ll call you when we think it’s safe to start.”

“Thank you, sir,” and the grateful men left for the hospital kitchen.

It was after dark that evening when the two men again appeared at Doctor Grenfell’s house.  They were troubled for the safety of their neighbor’s sick wife, and could not rest.

“Us were just gettin’ another telegram sayin’ to hurry, sir,” announced the spokesman.  “The storm has eased up a bit, and we’re thinkin’ to make a try for un if you’re ready.”

“Call Walter, and I’ll be right with you,” directed the Doctor.

“Us has been and called he, sir,” said the man.  “He’s gettin’ the dogs together and he’ll be right here.”

A lull in a winter storm in this north country, with the clouds still hanging low and no change of wind, does not promise the end of the storm.  It indicates that this is the center, that it is working in a circle and will soon break upon the world again with even increased fury.

Doctor Grenfell knew this and the men knew it full well, but their anxiety for the suffering woman at Cape Norman would not permit them to sleep.  Anything was better than sitting still.  The decision to start was a source of vast relief to Doctor Grenfell, even though it were to venture into the face of the terrible storm and bitter cold.  Grenfell will venture anything with any man, and if those men could face the wind and snow and cold he could.

In half an hour they were off.  Before them lay the harbor of St. Anthony, and the ice must be crossed.  Through the darkness of night and swirling snow they floundered down to it.  The men were immediately knee-deep in slush and the two teams of dogs were nearly swimming.  Their feet could not reach the solid bed of ice below.  The immense weight of snow had pushed the ice down with the falling tide and the rising tide had flooded it.