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 . , weclambered upon the confused rocks of the moraine,4000 feet above the sea, and dragged the sledgeup high and dry. Stopping only long enough toopen a tin of pemmican and change my ski forsnow-shoes, I left Astrup to look after th
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 . , weclambered upon the confused rocks of the moraine,4000 feet above the sea, and dragged the sledgeup high and dry. Stopping only long enough toopen a tin of pemmican and change my ski forsnow-shoes, I left Astrup to look after the dogsand turn in, and hastened down to the land for thepurpose of climbing a summit some five miles fromthe edge of the ice, which apparently commanded afull view of the great break in the coast ribbon. Amile or more of slush, a two-hundred-foot slide downthe nearly forty-five-degree slope of the extreme edge To the Northern End of Greenland 321 of the ice, and my feet were on the sharp, chaos-strewnstones which cover the iceward borders of this landof rock. The fierce July sun, though but a little past thenorthern meridian, beat down upon me with oppres-sive warmth. Before me, the warm red-brown land-scape wavered and trembled in the yellow light; behindme, towered the blinding white slope of the ice. Be-neath my feet, the stones were bare even of lichens,. THE NORTHERN MORAINE. and had a dry, grey look, as if they were the bones ofa dead world. And yet I felt that with so much of warmth andrichness of colouring there must be life, and sureenough, hardly had I gone a hundred yards from theedge of the ice when a beautiful little black-and-whitesongster fluttered up from behind a rock, hoveredsinging almost within reach above my head, and thensettled upon a bleak stone but a few feet distant tofinish his merry song. As I went on, numbers of these snow-buntingsflitted about me, and hardly had I gone a mile before 322 Northward over the Great Ice my heart beat quicker at the sigh
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