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 . ocket, and taking my alpenstockin one hand and a bulls-eye lantern in the other, Istarted off with him. We made good time to the cape, and just beforereaching it, heard J ack bark well up the cliff in answer to my shout. Thenwe lef
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 . ocket, and taking my alpenstockin one hand and a bulls-eye lantern in the other, Istarted off with him. We made good time to the cape, and just beforereaching it, heard J ack bark well up the cliff in answer to my shout. Thenwe left the sledgetrack, and wentdirectly to the sig-nal flag, followingDr. Cooks trackof the day at thesignal staff, amournful longf-drawn-out howlbroke through thegloomy, starlessnight, from thedarker gloom ofthe bluff above us,and filled me withforebodinors. Ishouted nameagain and again,without answer, except Jacks dismal wail. A few steps from the signal, we found the boystracks leading straight up the steep snow-slope to-wards the trap ledge, which I knew projected from thebluff about half-way up. Following the tracks as well as we could through the eloom, we found two or three 1 • 1places where the boys had slipped and slid some dis-tance ; and then, just as a particularly mournful howlcame from Jack, I saw one of Dr. Cooks snow-shoes. JACK. Preparing for the Ice-Cap Campaign 223 lying on the snow, where it had faUen from httle above it, breaks in the snow looked as if madeby the spent debris from a slide arrested some distanceup, perhaps at the trap ledge. Again my shouts elicited no answer, save Jacksdoleful howls, and the rustle of the biting wind. Thewhole thing seemed clear to me. The boys, in goingup, had detached some of the rotten masses of trap,which had fallen upon them and either pinned themdown or crippled them so that they could not Cook was still able, when the old couple passed,to call to them, but now he had fainted, or b
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