A Woman's Way Through Unknown Labrador An Account Of The Exploration Of The Nascaupee And George Rivers By Mrs. Leonidas Hubbard, Junior
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Nevertheless Rising Far Above Either Praise Or Blame Stands The
Beauty Of That Message Which Came Out From The Lonely Tent In The
Wilderness.
In utter physical weakness, utter loneliness, in the
face of defeat and death, my husband wrote that last record
Of his
life, so triumphantly characteristic, which turned his defeat to a
victory immeasurably higher and more beautiful than the success of
his exploring venture could ever have been accounted, and thus was
compassed the higher purpose of his life.
For that it had been given to me to fulfill one of those lesser
purposes by which he planned to build up a whole, that would give
him the right to stand among those who had done great things
worthily, I was deeply grateful. The work was but imperfectly
done, yet I did what I could.
The hills were white with snow when the ship came to Ungava. She
had run on a reef in leaving Cartwright, her first port of call on
the Labrador coast; her keel was ripped out from stem to stern, and
for a month she had lain in dry dock for repairs at St. John's,
Newfoundland. It was October 22nd when I said good-bye to my kind
friends at the post and in ten days the _Pelican_ landed us safe at
Rigolette. Here I had the good fortune to be picked up by a
steamer bound for Quebec; but the wintry weather was upon us and
the voyage dragged itself out to three times its natural length, so
that it was the evening of November 20th, just as the sun sank
behind the city, that the little steamer was docked at Quebec, and
I stepped from her decks to set foot once again in "God's country."
DIARY OF LEONIDAS HUBBARD, JR.
KEPT DURING HIS EXPEDITION INTO LABRADOR
Tuesday, July 7th - Last night moonlight and starry and fine. This
morning the shore of Labrador spread out before us in the sunshine.
It calls ever so hard, and I am hungry to tackle it. Landed this
A.M. at Indian Harbour. George and I went ashore in the canoe;
Wallace in ship's boat. Lot of fishermen greeted us. Find all men
and women on the coast are Newfoundland men, and "Liveyeres" (Live-
heres). The former come up to fish in summer and are the
aristocrats. The latter are the under-crust. Could not get any
one to take us to Rigolette. Spent the afternoon getting outfit
together - assorting and packing - weighing it and trying it in the
canoe, while line of Newfoundland salts looked on, commented, and
asked good-natured questions. Canoe 18 feet, guide's special,
Oldtown, canvas. Weight about 80. Tent - miner's tent, pole in
front, balloon silk, weight 6 lbs., dimensions 6 1/2 x 7. Three
pairs 3-lb. blankets; two tarpaulins about 6 x 7; three pack
straps; two 9-inch duck waterproof bags, hold 40 lbs. each; three
12-inch bags; 3 1/4 x 4 1/4 kodak; 30 rolls films, one dozen
exposures each, in tin cases with electrician's tape water-
proofing; one dozen small waterproof bags of balloon silk, for
sugar, chocolate, note-books and sundries.
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