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 . ith the gale. Those who havenot had the experience will probably have difficultyin understanding the sensations of one who, havingalways been accustomed not only to feel the utmostconfidence in his own powers to extricate himself f
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 . ith the gale. Those who havenot had the experience will probably have difficultyin understanding the sensations of one who, havingalways been accustomed not only to feel the utmostconfidence in his own powers to extricate himself froma disagreeable predicament, but also to feel that he hada reserve force which could be devoted to the assist-ance of others, finds himself not only helpless toassist those near and dear to him, but almost entirelyunable to take care of himself. We were just beginning to get very chilly when weheard the Doctors shout from the bank above us,and looking up through the blinding snow, saw him Boat and Sledge Trips 137 returning from the bluff. He was speedily on , hoisting the Maiy Peary s foresail, we went dash-ing down the bay towards Red Cliff House, leavinga wake of foam through which Ikwas kayak bobbedand tumbled like a sportive alligator. Everythingwent well until we reached the Hanging Glacier,when, after a few moments calm, the wind fell upon. MRS. PEARY. US from dead ahead, and threatened to drive us backto the head of the bay in spite of our utmost the boat in to the shore, we cast anchor,and crouching under our rubber blankets, put up tobreak the force of the furious wind, we waited till 138 Northward over the Great Ice nearly morning, when the wind subsided sufficientlyto enable us to take to the oars and gradually workthe boat down to Red Cliff House. As I slowly hobbled, with the Doctors assistance,from the boat up through the snow to Red CliffHouse, I promised myself that I should never leaveit again until in full possession of my wonted
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