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I do not complain. I merely try to make churchmen understand. I seek to visualize the immense good to be accomplished by means of some efficient travel convenience. I have a large visiion [[vision]] as to the evangelization of this coast-- Should I not have?-- Would the church be happy did they know me to be otherwise minded?-- Would I be true to my missionary venture, willingly sitting down here to dose out pills and to preach the Word to such and such only as come to me? The Great Commission reads, "Go ye..." And I have gone to the utmost of my ability, with slow moving, half-starved Eskimo dogs, with rickety broken down sleds, with harness tied together with ropes and bits of skins, sleeping with my guides in mean shelters or no shelter at all, and thus have travelled over five-thousand miles at not to exceed three miles per hour, through storm and cold of which the average states man does not dream, and did it with smiles and with cheer, but why I ought continue it another period when the church can supply me with comfortable travel facilities is beyond the comprehension of this man out on the far firing line. I need more and better ammunition and I also require up-to-date guns. That is why I so plead for the launch. That is why at my own expense I brought harness for seven dogs, leash chains, and material (presented me by a Seattle friend) from which to make a sled, but I will have to get money somewhere with which to purchase the dogs, to build a corral, and money also annually with which to feed them. I am now sixty-one yrs of age since the 17th inst., and must conserve just a little if I am to carry on four years more. This is the burden of my argument for that launch. And, Doctor, I sincerely hope I may be able to buy it from you. And then I wish you as guest for the summer cruise to that far Eastward Demarcation Point. Don't forget.

We are very well. The hospital is now crowded, every bed being full, four cases of old fashioned Typhoid fever since I arrived, with two deaths, patients who came to us in last stages, or in a critical condition, and one died within twenty-four hours after she was brought for two hundred miles in a sledge. We have one patient in a small crib bed, far too small, but the best we can do. I must look forward to building an additiono [[addition]] and also to securing an additional nurse. Mrs. Greist has her hands more than full. She has two native girls assisting her, but their training is nil. We have had over fifteen hundred clinical cases, that many since you bade us farewell. We are very busy people up here on the top of the world. Last Sunday I preached three times to audiences in which there were white peoples, and lectured for forty minutes to a class of some forty English speaking young Eskimo, that being my method of teaching the Sunday School lesson. That, after eight hrs daily upon this new manse, working with hammer and saw, and running in on occasion to prescribe for a difficult case, one beyond Mrs. Greist's skill as a nurse,-- all this keeps the old man quite occupied. But there is a peculiar joy in it all. Don't you knowo [[know]] Doctor, that I fully believe from experience that God strangely brings His providences to bear in a case such as ours, helps in a very real way? It is undoubtedly true. But we need His help more than we would were we in a civilized community with all the natural helps and opportunities for help there to be enjoyed. And this realization gives a stimulus not otherwise had. It is a comfort.

May I hope to be most kindly remembered by you, my dear Doctor, and may I also venture to express the hope that in all good things you may enjoy the very best. All join me.
Yours sincerely, Henry W. Greist

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