Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . iss a Chr-ristian. An I wass obligedt tobelief what se say. . An I wass ... of mooch confusement, forMistair Coleman iss goodt. An I taut an I taut. An one day Isay to myself: Mistair Coleman a Chr-ristian? Well . . I will studydis Chr-rist. So, I study Heem. An— She broke off, her eyeswidening with the remembered astonishment of her discovery. An,Mistair Delan! No! E wass not a badt man, dat Chr-rist. Oh no!E wass not badt. E wass a great social reformer! She looked at my husband, as if to see how he bore the shock of thisamazin
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . iss a Chr-ristian. An I wass obligedt tobelief what se say. . An I wass ... of mooch confusement, forMistair Coleman iss goodt. An I taut an I taut. An one day Isay to myself: Mistair Coleman a Chr-ristian? Well . . I will studydis Chr-rist. So, I study Heem. An— She broke off, her eyeswidening with the remembered astonishment of her discovery. An,Mistair Delan! No! E wass not a badt man, dat Chr-rist. Oh no!E wass not badt. E wass a great social reformer! She looked at my husband, as if to see how he bore the shock of thisamazing information. Oh, she ended, passionately, E wass not badt. . But—shelooked back again into the fire; she spoke gently, tenderly, even—when I see His beoples, I—I am zorry for Chessus. We three people of Jesus, listening, looked at one another, andfound nothing to say. CARIBOU AFTER THE FIRST SNOWFALL IN LATE SEPTEMBER Solving the Problem of the Arctic DRIFTING TO BANKS ISLAND—THE ARRIVAL OF THE MARY SACHS BY VILHJALMUR STEFANSSON PART III. T the end of April, 1914,our party of three menand six dogs foundthemselves in whatsome might consider aprecarious had come fromAlaska, across more than five hundredmiles of moving sea-ice and were aboutforty miles from the northwest corner ofBanks Island when the wind, which up tothen had been prevailingly northwester-ly, suddenly changed to the east. We atonce began to drift away from the landof our destination, and water lanes ofunknown width opened between us andit. For eleven days the wind variedbetween northeast, east, and south-east, and we drifted steadily to thewestward, altogether ninety miles asshown by our sextant. Ample and inti-mate association with the ice has sincethen given us a feeling of at-home-nessand confidence, but at that time we were undeniably anxious to get ashore. Theanxiety was in part founded on the goodreason that we had exploratory and sci-entific work to do in other quarters andcould i
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