Forty Years for Labrador by Wilfred T. Grenfell
Forty Years For Labrador is an expanded and updated version of Wilfred Grenfell’s earlier autobiography A Labrador Doctor.
There can be few missionaries who have received both a knighthood and are remembered in the liturgy on the Episcopal Church of America by a feast day (Oct. 9th) in recognition of their work. For this reason, I have decided to digitise and upload Redcliffe College’s extensive collection of books by and about this notable missionary to Labrador during October.
My thanks to Redcliffe College for providing me with a copy of this book to scan. This title is now in the Public Domain.
Sir Wilfred T. Grenfell [1865-1940], Forty Years For Labrador. London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1934. Hbk. pp.365. [Download the complete book in PDF]
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Contents
- On the Sands of Dee
- At Marlborough College
- Whitechapel and Wales
- ‘The London’
- Off the Dogger Bank
- North of the Roaring Forties
- Labrador: The Country and the People
- The Quest of the Loaves and Fishes
- White Thunder
- St. Anthony
- Bunkers
- Residuary Legatee
- Open Sesame
- Who Hath Desired the Sea?
- Now It Can Be Told
- Adrift on a Pan of Ice
- In Double Harness
- The Sight of Salt Water Unbounded
- Light and Shade
- They That No Business in Great Waters
- New Ventures
- ‘The Good Earth’
- Aesculapius
- Work as Medicine
- Labrador Takes a Glimpse at the Orient
- Honours
- Service on the Labrador
- Salaam
Index
Chapter 1: On the Sands of Dee
I must admit to forty years at the helm: 1932-1892 =40. Mathematics is the one and only science which can prove anything. To-day I like to hear that some philosophers are courageous enough to question even that. But even accepting the hypothesis, what of it? Why not regard to-day as the commencement of my second forty years?
Fifteen years have elapsed since A Labrador Doctor was written. As I looked through the index, I was amazed to notice how many friends mentioned in it are among the so-called ‘dead.’ A photograph suggested to me to-day how like the colour of my own hair has become to that of its winter environment; and for the last four years there have been increasing signs of wear in the faithful old pump. Truly, it is time which stays. It is we who fly. [Continue reading]