For, said they, the lonely spirit of Jimmy Cruise was trying to reach its mate,--aye, striving to drag her body down to the bottom of the sea to lie beside his own.
As the days went by,--long days that were not governed by any daylight saving law,--the settlement took on the air and life of a sequestered village.

There was the general warehouse from which stores were dispensed sparingly by agents selected for such duties.

Women and men went to market and carried home the provender.

A fish market was established; wood-yards, fruit and vegetable booths, a dispensary, and a general store where leather, cloths of various description, and furs were to be had by requisition.
In speaking of the dispensary, Dr.Cullen complacently announced that the supply of medicine was limited, but that it was nothing to worry about.

He declared bluntly,--and with a twinkle in his eye,--that people took too much medicine anyhow.
"Medicine is a luxury," he said.