Northward over the great ice : a narrative of life and work along the shores and upon the interior ice-cap of northern Greenland in the years 1886 and 1891-1897, with a description of the little tribe of Smith Sound Eskimos, the most northerly human beings in the world, and an account of the discovery and bringing home of the Saviksue or great Cape York meteorites . mes four or five would be loose at once. To cap-ture and re-secure one of them was always a work oftime and more or less ingenuity, and frequently re-sulted in a general muster for the Doctors services inpatching up the wounds from
Northward over the great ice : a narrative of life and work along the shores and upon the interior ice-cap of northern Greenland in the years 1886 and 1891-1897, with a description of the little tribe of Smith Sound Eskimos, the most northerly human beings in the world, and an account of the discovery and bringing home of the Saviksue or great Cape York meteorites . mes four or five would be loose at once. To cap-ture and re-secure one of them was always a work oftime and more or less ingenuity, and frequently re-sulted in a general muster for the Doctors services inpatching up the wounds from their wolf-like , too, Matts frozen heel beean to trouble him,and I deemed it best to send him back to Red CliffHouse. This precludeci all possibility of my takingwith me more than one companion on the long the 8th, I attempted to make the next stage from 288 Northward over the Great Ice Cache Camp up the lower slopes of the ice, but astrong wind blowing down from the interior anddriving the loose snow in the face of my dogs, dis-couraged them so completely that we could do nothingwith them, and were obliged to await the pleasure ofthe weather. Finally we got under way and succeeded in advancing; a short stage round the north side of 1 • 1the first big hummock. Here a second igloo was built, but the snow being unsatisfactory for house. SUPPER IN CAMP. construction, only a small one was practicable, and,leaving Astrup and the Doctor to occupy this, Gibsonand I went back down to the igloo at Cache Campto sleep. Tired in every muscle and with no sleepfor sixty-four hours, I think I must have fallen asleepthe moment I tumbled into the igloo. Twelve hourslater I awoke to hear the rush of the wind over ourshelter, and the hiss of the drifting snow against itsside. This continued for twenty-four hours, when I The White March 289 could stand it no longer, and Gibson and myselfstarted for the upper igloo. Fierce as was the wind,which sometimes nearly upset us, an
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