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at his red shirt which dangled beneath an old coat. It 

 was all very fine and very wonderful. " Don't I look 

 pretty ? " was the poser which he put to everybody. 



But this pleasing state of mind into which he had 

 been thrown by this new style of costume was doomed 

 to be shori>lived. The novelty wore off in a few days. 

 It ceased to amuse him ; and he discovered, no doubt, 

 that in gratifying his vanity he was vexing the flesh. 

 One day he appeared on board in his old suit of furs. 

 "What has become of the cap and red shirt and coat?" 

 " Oh ! I tumbled into the water, and my wife is drying 

 them ! " The truth leaked out afterward that he had 

 gone home, changed the white man's finery for the 

 cold-resisting fox-skins, and had chucked the whole 

 suit among the rocks. 



Kalutunah's team fell to Mr. Knorr from sheer ne- 

 cessity, since there was no one else in the ship except 

 Hans who could handle the whip. Knorr, with com- 

 mendable foresight, had commenced his exercises early 

 in the winter, plainly foreseeing that his chances of 

 accompanying me throughout my northern journey 

 were not likely to be diminished by knowing how to 

 drive dogs. The labor properly devolved upon one 

 of the sailors ; but the field was open to all alike ; 

 and the young gentleman, finding that official dig- 

 nity stood in the way of his ambition, with a spirit 

 which I was not slow to appreciate, did not long hesi- 

 tate in his choice. 



I have elsewhere mentioned that the labor of driv- 

 ing dogs is not an easy one. Indeed, of all the mem- 

 bers of my party, Mr. Knorr was the only one who 

 succeeded well. Even in Southern Greenland, among 

 the Danes long resident there, it is rare to find a skill- 

 ftil driver. Neither of the sailors, Carl nor Christian, 



