Off the rocks; stories of the deep-sea fisherfolk of Labrador . very much. It was a lovely thing to see this stray childof the Northland blossom out into the simpleChristian graces. He had many gifts sent himfrom American boys and girls. These he lovedfor their own sakes at first, and treasured soon he learned to love better the sharingof them with other cripple friends that fromtime to time found their way into the busy fingers, too, put into models of dogsleighs and kajaks (canoes) the affection in hisheart for all those who were kind to him. But there was a greater
Off the rocks; stories of the deep-sea fisherfolk of Labrador . very much. It was a lovely thing to see this stray childof the Northland blossom out into the simpleChristian graces. He had many gifts sent himfrom American boys and girls. These he lovedfor their own sakes at first, and treasured soon he learned to love better the sharingof them with other cripple friends that fromtime to time found their way into the busy fingers, too, put into models of dogsleighs and kajaks (canoes) the affection in hisheart for all those who were kind to him. But there was a greater love than ours for thischild. One day came a letter from the hospitalat Battle Harbor, where Pomiuk then was. Ittold how Pomiuk had been seized with a kind offit and been kept in bed all the week, at timeslapsing into unconsciousness. On Sunday nighthe asked for a verse of his favorite hymn: Jesus bids us shine with a clear, pure light,Like a little candle burning in the night;In this world of darkness we must in your small corner, and I in Litde Prince !Pomiuk On Monday morning he went quietly home. The Doctor wrote: His unselfishness and amiable dispositionmade every one love him, and his memory willbe fresh in many hearts for years to come. Wemust not be sorry for him. He has exchangeda life of feebleness for that full life beyond. TheLord Jesus was very real to him. Pomiuk lovedto hear of Him as the Good Shepherd. Now Hehas taken him to Himself. I miss his happy, smiling face, and the hos-pital seems desolate. I sometimes wander upinto the ward, only to remember he is no longerthere. Tommy, our little paralyzed boy, willmiss him most. They were such great ourselves we are sorry to lose such a happylad; he was an example and comfort to all whocame into the hospital. He endured patientlyand bravely the limitations of a crippled life, andhe enjoys his reward. , Now he is gone, it mustbe our duty and joy to seek to brighten otherclouded lives, and
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