Summary

Portrait of Dillon Wallace Dillon Wallace Troop One of the Labrador

The Devil's Tea Kettle, with all its loud threats, was behind them. The boat shot down along the shore, David swung to port, and they were safe in the quiet waters to the lee of the island.
"Thank the Lord!" said David reverently, as he brought the little craft to and the sail flapped idly.
"'Twere a close shave," breathed Jamie.
"A wonderful close shave," echoed Andy.
"You had grit," said Jamie. "You has plenty o' grit, Davy—and a stout heart, like a man. 'Twere wonderful how you cracked her through! There's nary a man on the coast could have done better'n that!"
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Portrait of Dillon Wallace Dillon Wallace Troop One of the Labrador

There is no sweeter odour than that of the damp forest mingled with the smell of burning wood. Beyond the narrow circle of light a black wall rises, and behind the wall lies the wilderness with its unfathomed mysteries. Out in the darkness wild creatures move, silent, stealthy and unseen, behind a veil that human eyes cannot penetrate. But we know they are there going about the strange business of their life, and our imagination is awakened and our sensibilities quickened.
The camp fire is a shrine of comradeship and friendship.
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Portrait of Dillon Wallace Dillon Wallace Troop One of the Labrador

David declared with pride in the confidence placed in him and Andy.
To drive dogs on these sub-arctic trails in fair weather and foul calls for courage and grit, and the lads felt justly proud of the responsibility that had been laid upon them. There would be many a shift to make on the ice, they knew. There would be blinding blizzards and withering arctic winds to face, and no end of hard work. But these lads of The Labrador loved to stand upon their feet like men and face and conquer the elements like hardy men of courage.
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