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Project Gutenberg's Grenfell: Knight-Errant of the North, by Fullerton Waldo This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: Grenfell: Knight-Errant of the North Author: Fullerton Waldo Release Date: April 19, 2010 [EBook #32052] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GRENFELL: KNIGHT-ERRANT OF NORTH ***
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A FORDCARCAN'TDOTHIS
Grenfell: Knight-Errant of the North
By FULLERTON WALDO Author of "With Grenfell on the Labrador," "Down the Mackenzie," etc.
PHILADELPHIA GEORGEW. JACOBS & COMPANY PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1924, by GEORGEW. JACOBS& COMPANY
All rights reserved Printed in U.S.A.
TOLIST
To MARY CASTLEMAN DAVIS
December 15, 1923. DEARWALDO: You who have sampled the salt breezes of the North on board my boat, have, I know, imbibed the spirit that actuates the belief that in a world like ours we can all be knights. I know that like ourselves, you look upon the world as a field of honor, and its only durable prizes the things that we can accomplish in it. You see the fun in it all—the real joie de vivre. Well, we are doing our best, and it is giving us a great return. We haven't lost the capacity to enjoy soft things, but we have learned the joys of trying to endure hardness as good soldiers. Would to God that every American boy would realize that the only real great prize of life is to be won by being willing to take blows and willing to suffer misunderstanding and opposition, so long as he may follow in the footsteps of that most Peerless Knight that ever lived; He who saw that the meaning of life was, that in it we might, wherever we are, be always trying to do good. Ever your friend, WILFREDT. GRENFELL.
CONTENTS I.A BOY AND THESEA11 II.SCHOOLANDAFTER22 III.WESTWARDHO!FORLABRADOR35 IV.HAULED BY THEHUSKIES74 V.SOMEREALSEA-DOGS97 VI.HUNTING WITH THEESKIMO114 VII.LITTLEPRINCEPOMIUK137 VIII.CAPTURED BYINDIANS147 IX.ALONE ON THEICE162 X.A FIGHT WITH THESEA183 XI.THEKIDNAPPERS201 XII.WHEN THEBIGFISH"STRIKEIN"230 XIII.BIRDS OFMANY AFEATHER238 XIV.BEASTSBIG ANDLITTLE249 XV.THEKEEPER OF THELIGHT264 XVI.THROUGH THEBLIZZARD284 XVII.WHY THEDOCTOR WASLATE296 The incidents of the first chapter are founded strictly on fact, but slight liberties have been taken with minor details here and elsewhere. For example, the Doctor is sometimes represented as talking with persons whose names stand for types rather than individuals; and it is the spirit rather than the letter of the conversations that is reported.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS A Ford Car Can't Do ThisFrontispiece Map of LabradorFacing p. 36 Castles and Cathedrals of Ice AfloatFacing p. 94 Let's Go!Facing p.110 "Who Said Halt?"Facing p.198 Off DutyFacing p.242 Where Four Feet Are Better Than TwoFacing p.290
Grenfell: Knight-Errant of the North
I A BOYAND THE SEA "I wonder if Jim is ever going to get back! My, isn't it an awful storm!" Wilfred Grenfell, then a small boy, stood at the window of his home in Cheshire, England, looking out across the sea-wall at the raging, seething waters of the Irish Sea. The wind howled and the snowflakes beat against the window-panes as if they were tiny birds that wanted to get in. "Mother," he pleaded, "can I put on my sweater and my rubber boots and go down on the beach and see if I can find Jim?" "Yes," said his mother. "But wrap yourself up warmly, and don't stay long—and don't take any risks will ou dear?"
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   Almost before the words were out of her mouth, Wilf was down the stairs and out in the roadway, where fishermen watched their little boats as they tossed at anchor riding out the[12] storm. Wilf stepped up to a big, grizzled mariner he knew, whom every one called Andy. "Andy, have you seen Jim?" "Jim who?" "Jim Anderson." "Was he the chap that went out in theDaisy Bellabout four hours ago?" "Yes," said Wilf, trying to control himself, "and he wanted me to go with him, but—— " His words were cut short by a great wave that hurled itself against the wall. The spray leapt high over the stones and drenched Andy and the boy. "It's lucky ye didn't go, boy," said Andy, solemnly. "We're watchin' for the boat now. My brother was on her, and two cousins o' my wife. She was a little craft, and a leaky one. We were goin' to patch her up an' make her fit. But we waited too long. An' now——" He drew his rough sleeve across his eyes. The wind howled round their ears and the hail was smiting and stinging as though the storm had a devilish mind to drive them away. "Why don't you go out in a boat and get them?" pleaded Wilf.[13] Andy shook his head. "It ain't that we're afraid," he said. "But there ain't a boat we have here that could ride those waves. The coast-guard tried—and now look!" He pointed to a heap of broken, white-painted timbers lying in the roadway, half-hidden from them by the whooping blizzard that threw its dizzying veils of snow before their eyes. "That's the coast-guard's boat!" exclaimed Andy. "The sea picked her up, she did, and threw her right over the sea-wall as if she was an egg, an' mashed her flat. That shows how much of a chance there'd be for us to get through an' get back, supposin' we could find 'em. No, boy, we've got to wait." "Look!" cried the lad, excitedly. "Please look, Andy. What's that bobbing up and down in the surf?" The fisherman put to his eyes his worn and rusted spy-glass. Then he gritted his teeth and bit his lip. "You stay up here on the road, boy. I got to climb down there and make sure." Wilf stood at the sea-wall. He was barely tall enough to look over it.[14] He watched Andy clamber painfully down over the great rocks piled high against the outer face of the wall. Every now and then a big wave would rise up, a green monster of hissing foam and fury, and throw itself on him like a wild animal trying to scare him back. But men of that breed are not afraid. The stalwart figure, though often knocked down and half drowned, would struggle to his feet again and go on. Wilf saw Andy pick up the—yes, it was a body—and put it on his shoulder, and come staggering toward the rocks. Then he clambered tediously over the stones, and Wilf saw whose body it was that Andy was carrying. It was his boy friend Jim, who had gone out only a few hours before, with the sun on his fair hair, laughing and whistling and shouting his gay farewell. "Be back in a little while, Wilf! Bring you a nice big fish for your supper. You want to have a good hot fire ready to cook it Better change your mind and come along." Never again would he hear that cheery hail of invitation to[15] adventure. Andy laid the little half-frozen figure down, carefully, tenderly, beside the wall. "Too bad!" he said, "too bad! But the sea can be terrible cruel to the sons o' men. I wonder we keep goin' back to her as we do. Now I got to take the poor boy to his mother." He picked up the body, and trudged off into the storm, toward the fishing-huts. Wilf went back to his own house, thinking about the sea and how cruel it had been. "Mother," he said, as they sat together talking over the tragedy, "isn't it queer that you can have such fun with the sea sometimes, swimming in it and rowing on it, and then all of a sudden it gets mad and kills somebody you love? Just suppose I'd gone out in the boat with Jim!" Wilf thought it fine fun to go swimming, with the strong salt breeze to dry him off like a towel afterwards. In his ears the crying of sea-birds against grey clouds was the sweetest of music. He loved to have the surf knock him about, and the sun burn him red, and he didn't mind if pink jellyfish stung him now and then or a crab got hold of his toes. The roar of the surf sang him to[16] sleep at night like an old nurse. One day when the spring came, Wilf went out on the salt marshes, his gun over his shoulder, to shoot wild ducks. He was a regular water-baby. Round about him all sorts of sea-birds were wheeling and crying. The swift tidal currents found their way up-stream through the marshes. Wilf, hot and tired, threw the gun on the sand, took off his clothes, and plunged into the clear, cold water. It carried him along like a boat, and he clambered out on a green island. "It's just like Robinson Crusoe!" he told himself. "Here I am, all alone, and nobody in sight. I can do just as I please!" He ran up and down in the sunlight, laughing and shouting in the wind and throwing his arms about. How good it felt to be alive! "Guess I'll go back and get the gun," he said, "and see if I can't shoot one of those wild ducks. I'll make mother a present of it for dinner to-night." It wasn't so easy to swim back. He had to fight against the current that had carried him to the[17] little green island. It was less effort to leave the stream and scramble through the reeds along the muddy bank. Sometimes a stone or a shell hurt his foot, but he only laughed and went on. "You just wait, you ducks," he said. "You'd better look out when I begin to shoot!" He came to where the gun lay on his clothes, where he had been careful to place it so that no sand would get into the muzzle. He loaded it and fired, and it kicked his bare shoulder like a mule. But he had the satisfaction of seeing one of the ducks fall into the water, where the stream was at its widest, perhaps a hundred feet from the bank. Here the water ran swift and deep, and it was going to be a hard fight to get that bird. "I wish I had Rover with me now!" he told himself. Usually the dog went with him and was the best of company,—but this time he must be his own retriever. He plunged into the stream again and swam with all his might toward the bird.[18] If he had been getting it for himself, he would have been tempted to give up. But he couldn't bear to quit when he thought of what a treat it would be for the whole family—a nice, fat, juicy, wild duck. The bird was being carried rapidly up-stream by the force of the waters. "No, sir!" said Wilf to something inside him that wanted to go back. "We're going to get that bird if we have to swim half-way across England!" It was almost as if the bird had come back to life. It seemed to be swimming away from him. Painfully, inch by inch, he began to gain on it. At last, when his strength was all but gone, he caught up with it, and clutched the feathery prize. Then he swam with it to the shore. Panting and happy, he lay down on the bank a moment to rest. "The family won't have to go without dinner after all!" he laughed. He grabbed the duck by the feet, flung it over his shoulder, and trotted back to his clothes and the gun. It was fun to go home with the bird that he had shot himself. But if there had been no[19] bird, he would have been whistling or singing just as happily. On one of his birthdays he was out in the wide, lonely marshes five miles from home. It was more fun for him to go hunting, barefoot, than to have a party with a frosted cake and twinkling candles. So, as the nicest kind of birthday present, he had been given the whole day, to do just as he pleased.
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