Dr. Grenfell's Parish: The Deep Sea Fisherman
Fleming H. Revell Company, 1905 - 155 pages
Duncan's purpose in writing this biography of Sir Wilfred Grenfell was to promote the man and his work for the Royal National Mission to Deep Sea Fishermen on the coasts of Newfoundland and Labrador.
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Page 97 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, And a wind that follows fair. My foot is on my gallant deck, Once more the rover is free! And the "Larboard Watch...
Page 51 - He managed to wait a day — no longer ; and the wind was still wild, the sea higher than ever ; there was ice in the road, and the fog was dense. Then out he went into the thick of it. He bumped an iceberg, scraped a rock, fairly smothered the steamer with broken water; and at midnight — the most marvellous feat of all — he crept into Battle Harbour through a narrow, difficult passage, and dropped anchor off the mission wharf.
Page 100 - I had ; for my clothing was growing to resemble the armour of an ancient knight more and more, every yard, and though in my youth I was accustomed to break the ice to bathe if necessary, I never tried running a race in a coat of mail. By the time I arrived at the trees and got out of the wind, my driver had a rubber poncho spread on the snow under a snug spruce thicket ; and I was soon as dry and a great deal warmer than before.
Page 45 - He knew nothing- of the reefs, the tides, the currents, cared nothing, apparently, for the winds; he sailed with the confidence and reckless courage of a Labrador skipper. Fearing at times to trust his schooner in unknown waters, he went about in a whaleboat, and so hard did he drive her that he wore her out in, a single season. She was capsized with all hands, once driven out to sea, many times nearly swamped, once blown on the rocks; never before was a boat put to such tasks on that coast, and...
Page 49 - In the course of time the Princess May was wrecked or worn out. Then came the Julia Sheridan, thirty-five feet long, which the mission doctor bought while she yet lay under water from her last wreck; he raised her, refitted her with what money he had, and pursued his venturesome and beneficent career, until she, too, got beyond so hard a service. Many a gale she weathered, off " the worst coast in the world...
Page 92 - He asked me riddles, thence he passed to other questions, for he was a boy who wondered, and wondered, what lay beyond those places which he could see from the highest hill. I described a street and a pavement, told him that the earth was round, defined a team of horses, corrected his impression that a church organ was played with the mouth, and denied the report that the flakes and stages of New York were the largest in the world.
Page 72 - When, at last, it comes, there is a sudden change of plan. — a wild rush to the more favoured grounds. It is in this scramble that" many a skipper makes his great mistake. I was talking with a disconsolate young fellow in a northern harbour where the fish were running thick. The schooners were fast loading; but he had no berth, and was doing but poorly with the passing days. " If I hadn't — if I only hadn't — took up me trap when I did," said he, "I'd been loaded an