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 . FORE AND AFTERS. suddenly centred on Miss Tahwana, who was takenviolently ill. The next day Tahwana died, and we carried herbody on the sledge till we were ready to feed it tothe dogs. Miss Tahwana was my canine in the
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 . FORE AND AFTERS. suddenly centred on Miss Tahwana, who was takenviolently ill. The next day Tahwana died, and we carried herbody on the sledge till we were ready to feed it tothe dogs. Miss Tahwana was my canine in the winter, I had purchased her of a good-natured, pigeon-toed Eskimo, who lived far up thegulf, and when, after he had gone, I went to examinemy purchase with the aid of a bulls-eye lantern, Ifound that she had but one good eye. At first, shewas wild as a hunted fox, and whenever I went nearher would disappear in the burrow in the snow which Eight Thousand Feet above the Sea 369 formed her shelter from the biting winds. After atime, she became less timid, would take food from myhand, and when, early in the spring, she gave birth toa family of nine puppies, and was brought with herlittle ones into the enclosure about the house, wherethey would be better sheltered, she became as tract-. SOLITUDE. able as any household pet. Her affection for meseemed unbounded. Day after day upon the InlandIce no motion of mine escaped that one eye of hers,and when, after a halt, I picked up the little guidonand started forward again, her sharp yelp and vigor-ous struggles to follow me were the signal that brought 3/0 Northward over the Great Ice every other dog- into his harness and down to his Tahwana ! It was one of the bluest days ofthe white journey when she sickened, her bright eyeno loneer recoonised me, and her tongue no lonorerhad strength to reach my hand. Day after day, rare bits of blue sky were alternat-ino- with lonor-continued banks of dense foe, whichcoated us and the dog-s
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