The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1854-01-05

cHVSSinS Ao mixing sOgesher l1to Q thick gray
ish-white haze above US.
* You're right skipper, Gays Wilson to
me, Mature is better than books
And from that tine no was On deck as
much as his health would allow Of and took
deal of notice of everything new and uncorn-
mon. But for all that, the poor fellow was so
sick and pale and peakig that we all thought
we should have to heave him overheard some
day, or bury him in Labrador mossn
"But he didn's die after all, did he?" said l.
"Die !" cried the Skipper, "not help
SAnd so your fishing voyage really cured
him?"
al can't say as it did, exactly" returned the
Skipper, shifting his quid from one cheek to the
other, with a sly wink at the Doctor. "The
fact ia, after the doctors and the old herb
women had given him up ct home, he got cured
by little black-eyed Fren,h girl on tie Labra-
dor coast
"a very agreeable presumption, nc doubt"
quoth the Doctor, turning to me. How do
you think it would suit your case !"
at doesn't become the patient to choose his
own nostrums," said |, Laughing. "But | won-
der, Doctor, that you hsr4n't long aglt tested
the value CT this by an experiment updn your
self!D INV a
"Physicians are proven Gally 80 their
own medicines" laid he. -
"Well, you SCI" continued the Skippar "we
had rough run down tie Labrador shore
transforms and fogs 30 thick you cod d cut
'em up into junks with yor iack-kniis At
last, we reached small fishing stations away
down where the sun doesn't sleep in suInmer,
but Just takes bit Of nap at midnight Here
Wilson vent ashore, more dead than eli7s, and
found comfortable lodgings with little, iingy,
French oil merchant, who had a snug, warm
house, sad garden patch, where he raised
few potatoes and turnips in the short summers,
and folerable field of grass which kept his
two COWS alive through the winter. The coun-
try all about was dismal enough; as far as
you CT I'D see, there was nothing but moss and
rocks md bare hills and ponds of shallOJT wa
ter, with now and then patch of stunted irs.
But il doubtless looked pleasant to our poor
sick passenger, who for some days had been
longing for land. The Frenchman gave him
/ q neat little ROOM looking out on the haIbor,
all alive with fishermen, and Indians huling
, seals; and, to my notion, no place is very 1ull
where you can see the saltwater and the SHIPS
at anchor On it, or scudding over it with ails
set in a stf breeze and where you can " Itch
its changes Ct lights and colors in fair and oul
weathcr morning and night. The family vas
made Up Of the Frenchman, his wife, and Jis
daughter, little witch of girl, with brfht
black eyes lighting up her brown, goOd-natw-
, k1 6 IKE I~-..y.a S.-yo .hinp~eIn Thn.s ~
took mighty liking to young Wilson, md
were ready to do anything for him. He vas
soon able to walk about, and we used 70 see
him with the Frenohmans daughter sIr0I AZ
along the shore and among tho MOSES, talking
with her in her own language. Many aud
many time, as we sat in our boats under he
rocks, we could hear her merry laugh rinen
down to us.
We staid at the station about three weeks,
and when We got ready to sail called at the
Frenchman's to let Wilson know when to
come aboard He really seemed sorry to leave;
for the two old people urged him remain with
them, and poor little Lucille wouldn't hear
word Of his going. She said he wond be sick
and die on board the vessel, but that if be staid
with them he would soon be we'll and strong
that they should have plenty Of milk AMI eggs
+ for him the winter and he should ride in the
dog sledse with her and she would take cGre
of him as if he was her brother She hid his
cap and great-ccat and what with crying and
scoldiDg and coaxiag she fairly carried her
point.
"'You see Pm a prisoner seys he they
won's let me co.
WELL says I, you dou's seem to be
troubled about it. tell you what, young
man. says |, it's mighty pretty now to stroll
round here, and pick MOSES and hunt birds
eggs with that gal, but wait till November
comes, and everything fre ezcs up stiff and dead
except white bears and Ingena, and there's no
daylight lsfs to speak of, and you'll be sick
enough OF your choice. You WON'T live the
winter out; and It's an awful place to die in,
where the ground freezes so hard that they
can't bury YOU
"'Lucille says says he, that God is as near
US in tho winter es the summer The fact is.
Skipper, Pve no nearer relatye left in the States
than a married brother, who thinks more of
bis family and business than of me; and if it
IS Gods will that shall die, | may as well
wait His call here as anywhere have found
kind friends here; they will d. all they can for
me- and for the rest trust Providence3
Lucille begged that would let him stay,
i1r she said God would hear her prayers. and
b. would gct well. / told her wouldn't urge
hn any more; for if was 80 young as he was
an had such pretty nurse to take care of
me should b. willing to winter at the North
Pole. Wilson gave me letter for his brother,
and so shook hands, and left him. When
we Nero getting under weigh, he and Lucille
stood on the landiog-placq, and hailed him
for tie last time and made eigns of sending
the bat for him. The little French girl un-
derstovd me; she shook h5r head, and pointed
to her fathers house, AID then they both turned
back, how and then stopping to wave their
/ handk@chiels to Us. | felt sorry to leave him
! there; bat for the life of me couldn't blame
! him.
" Pm surs / DON'T" said the Doctor"
/ dwell, next year | was at Nitisquam har-
Dor, and, although was doing pretty we'll in
the way Of fishing couldn't feel easy without
running away north to BradOr, to see what had
become of my sick passenger. 1t was rather
carly in the season, and there was ice still in
the harbor but we managed to work in at