This year there are so many needy ones our stock will go only a little way.
I'll divide it the best way I know how, but, God help the poor folk, it won't go far, and I'm praying God to send caribou or send seals." "We'll get on somehow," said Skipper Ed.

"The timber is back of us and we'll get rabbits and partridges, and make out.

Give the Eskimos what you have.

They're on barren ground and don't have the chance we have.
There'll be better luck for us all by and by.

Better luck." And with only a half barrel of flour and some tea they returned to Abel's Bay to face the winter and make their fight against nature without complaint.