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 . HARD TIMES. great glacier basin yet to be weathered. An idea ofthe next day can perhaps be obtained from an extractfrom my journal. Another discouraging day withinsieht of the baleful shores of this arctic Sahara, butwe are on 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 . HARD TIMES. great glacier basin yet to be weathered. An idea ofthe next day can perhaps be obtained from an extractfrom my journal. Another discouraging day withinsieht of the baleful shores of this arctic Sahara, butwe are on the heights once more, for good, I hope,and, I also trust, free from further obstacles. If thereis any truth in the superstition of the evil eye, thecoast of this Inland Ice surely has evil eyes. Just as ! To the Northern End of Greenland 315 long as the black cliffs peer up at us over the roundof the ice-cap, just so long are we beset with crevasses,slippery ice, hummocks, howling wind-storms, furiousdrifts, and fogs. The dogs seem possessed withdevils, the sledge and odometer break, some item orother of our equipment is sure to be lost, and every-thing seems to go wrong. Once out of its sight, we findsummer weather, light winds, little drift—in a word,peace and comfort. The intolerable drift last nightgave us no chance to sleep comfortably, beating under. IN THE DEEP-SNOW^ REGION. and through every minute aperture of the tarpaulin,and melting- as it fell on our faces and clothine. Thismorning one of my best dogs, Castor, was dead lamein one leg, and unable to pull, and the traces werefearfully tangled and frozen into the drift at thehitching-post. We had advanced but eight miles, when we foundourselves hemmed in by a series of huge concentriccrevasses. The remainder of the day was spent inreconnoitring for safe snowbridges, by which theycould be crossed. This could be done only in a o 16 Northward over the Great Ice south-easterly direction, and night found us farthersouth than
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