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Wallace, Dillon, 1863-1939

"The Story of Grenfell of the Labrador A Boy's Life of Wilfred T. Grenfell"


"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.


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