IV DESPERATE NEED T was to these rough waters that Dr. I Grenfell came when the need of the folk reached his ears and touched his heart. Before that, in the remoter parts of Newfoundland and on the coast of Labrador there were no doctors. The folk depended for healing upon traditional cures, upon old women who worked charms, upon remedies ingeniously devised to meet the need of the moment, upon deluded persons who prescribed medicines of the most curious description, upon a rough-and-ready surgery of their own, in which the implements of the kitchen and of the splitting-stage served a useful purpose. For example, there was a misled old fellow who set himself up as a healer in a lonely cove of the Newfoundland coast, where he lived a hermit, verily believing, it may be, in the glory of his call and in the blessed efficacy of his ministrations; his cure for consumption—it was a tragic failure, in one case, at least-was a bull's heart, dried and powdered and administered with faith and regularity. Elsewhere there was a man, stricken with a mortal ailment, who, upon the recommendation of a kindly neighbour, regularly dosed himself with an ill-flavoured liquid obtained by boiling cast-off pulleyblocks in water. There was also a father who most hopefully attempted to cure his little lad of diphtheria by wrapping his throat with a split herring; but, unhappily, as he has said, "the wee feller choked hisself t' death," notwithstanding. There was another father-a man of grim, heroic disposition-whose little daughter chanced to freeze her feet to the very bone in midwinter; when he perceived that a surgical operation could no longer be delayed, he cut them off with an axe. An original preventative of sea-boilswith which the fishermen are cruelly afflicted upon the hands and wrists in raw weather-was evolved by a frowsyheaded old Labradorman of serious parts. "I never has none," said he, in the fashion of superior fellows. "No?" "Nar a one. No, zur! Not me!" A glance of interested inquiry elicited no response. It but prolonged a large silence. "Have you never had a sea-boil ?" with the note and sharp glance of incredulity. "Not me. Not since I got my cure." "And what might that cure be?” "Well, zur," was the amazing reply, "I cuts my nails on a Monday." It must be said, however, that the Newfoundland government did provide a physician of a sort. Every summer he was sent north with the mail-boat, which made not more than six trips, touching here and there at long intervals, and, of a hard season, failing altogether to reach the farthest ports. While the boat waitedan hour, or or a half, as might be the doctor went ashore to cure the sick, if he chanced to be in the humour; otherwise the folk brought the sick aboard, where they were painstakingly treated or not, as the doctor's humour went. The government seemed never to inquire too minutely into the qualifications and character of its appointee. The incumbent for many years the folk thank God that he is dead-was an inefficient, ill-tempered, cruel man; if not the very man himself, he was of a kind with the Newfoundland physician who ran a flag of warning to his masthead when he set out to get very drunk. The mail-boat dropped anchor one night in a far-away harbour of the Labrador, where there was desperate need of a doctor to ease a man's pain. They had waited a long time, patiently, day after day, I am told; and when at last the mail-boat came, the man's skipper put out in glad haste to fetch the government physician. "He've turned in," they told him aboard. What did that matter? The skipper roused the doctor. "We've a sick man ashore, zur,” said he, "an' he wants you t' come "What!" roared the doctor. "Think I'm going to turn out this time of night?" "Sure, zur," stammered the astounded skipper. "I-I-s'pose so. He's very sick, zur. He's coughin' "Let him cough himself to death!" said the doctor. Turn out? Not he! Rather, he turned over in his warm berth. It is to be assumed that the sick man died in pain; it is to be assumed, too, that the physician continued a tranquil slumber, for the experience was not exceptional. "Let 'em die!" he had said more than once. |