A DAY'S HUNTING AMONG THE ESKIMOS. 



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sounds between tliem, and the sea birds floating on the surface 

 seem double their natural size. The kaiaks cut their way for- 

 ward, side by side, making only a silent ripple ; the paddles swing 

 in an even rhythm, while the men keep up an unbroken stream 



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of conversation, and now and then burst out into merry laughter. 

 Bird-darts are thrown in sport, now by one, now by another, in 

 order to keep eye and hand in practice. Presently an auk comes 

 within range of one of them; the dart speeds through the air, 



