Next day we landed on his island—Greenley Island. From the small wharf where women were cleaning fish there were two lines of planking laid, on cinders, for perhaps a thousand feet through the long green grass to the red brick lighthouse tower. On these wooden rails was the chassis of a Ford car, and we rode in state. But you had to stick closely to the track, or you came to grief on the rough, shelly soil alongside.
"It's the first automobile ride I ever had in Labrador!" the Doctor gleefully exclaimed.
In the lighthouse was a living-room with a talking-machine, a violin, a typewriter and other things to add to the comfort of a home and make a family happy.
The patient was brought into the room by his beaming wife and two of his children.
"How are you this morning, Captain?" asked Grenfell.
"Feeling fine, Doctor."
"Did you sleep?"
"Slept like a baby. First time in three months."
"And can you eat?"
"I can eat rocks, Doctor."