AT PROVEN. 



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Proven, having sent off to us a swarthy-looking pilot, 

 we wound our way slowly through the tortuous pas- 

 sage, and at a little after midnight of August 6th we 

 dropped anchor in the snuggest of little harbors. 

 The loud baying of dogs, and an odor, baffling de- 

 scription, — "a very ancient and fish-like smell," — 

 first warned us of our approach to a Greenland set- 

 tlement. 



