where this photo might have been taken but I do know that he did not have a tilt here as they were staying in a canvas tent. It is most likely on or near the Quebec - Labrador border. On this trip they were accompanied by a surveyor who worked for the Canadian government who was surveying the Quebec Labrador boundary. I believe the boundary dispute was still ongoing at this time. His name was Hans Ausbeen from Norway and he spent the winter with grandfather in St. Lewis' Bay as he could not travel out of the region. He later wrote to grandfather and sent him some photos. This is one of them. Some photos were stamped on the back with a number and the word 'Oslo', indicating that they were probably developed in Norway. I would love to find out more about this person and his time and work in Labrador. He probably has more pictures.

The rope around my grandfather's shoulders was his life line. He never travelled without it. He had fallen in brooks and snow holes many times and found it vital to saving his life and the lives of others. Note their attire, rather light garb for Labrador: seal skin boots, the hats, wooden snowshoes. Elijah's arms almost hung all the way to his knees. He could walk about four miles per hour in snowshoes and maintain that pace all day. The animal they are holding is a porcupine and a large one at that. While it may be considered road kill in Winnipeg, they are considered prime rib in Labrador. The surveyor wore a pair of skis on this trip. I wonder how useful they were. Grandfather had a black dog that travelled with him for many years. Her name was Sal and she was just a mutt. He used a .32 caliber rifle and had killed everything from a spruce partridge to a caribou. It is still in the family today and is in immaculate condition. On this particular trip they had lost their butter and had to finish the entire day without any. I guess they couldn't drop in to Sobey's and pick up a tub. Elijah died at St. Anthony, Newfoundland and could not be flown home for burial because it was too late in the fall. He was buried in St. Anthony. I don't know his age at death but he died before grandfather. My father, James, is the spitting image of grandfather in this photo. This photo was taken in the winter of 1937. My father was born on November 20, 1937. He was obviously conceived about that time this picture was taken. I guess grandfather got lucky on one of his trips back home that winter.