" And this I most fully believe to be true. The boy
whose life I was intent on saving was brought to the hospital a day or
two later in a boat, the ice having cleared off the coast not to
return for that season. He was operated on successfully, and is even
now on the high road to recovery. We all love life. I was glad to be
back once more with possibly a new lease of it before me. I had
learned on the pan many things, but chiefly that the one cause for
regret, when we look back on a life which we think is closed forever,
will be the fact that we have wasted its opportunities. As I went to
sleep that first night there still rang in my ears the same verse of
the old hymn which had been my companion on the ice, "Thy will, not
mine, O Lord."
[Illustration: MEMORIAL TABLET AT ST. ANTHONY'S HOSPITAL,
NEWFOUNDLAND]
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| TO THE MEMORY OF |
| THREE NOBLE DOGS. |
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| MOODY. |
| WATCH. |
| SPY. |
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| WHOSE LIVES WERE GIVEN |
| FOR MINE ON THE ICE. |
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| April 21st.
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