•20 FOUR YEARS IN THE WHITE NORTH [Aug. 



Without any previous warning to the engine-room, he 

 pulled the bridge telegraph to "Stop!" From full speed 

 ahead to dead stop was too much to demand of the 

 gouty, wheezy old Erik. There was a commotion in the 

 engine-room. The second engineer ran for the throttle, 

 the chief for the top of the engine-room ladder. His 

 fat red face burst out of the companionway, his eyes 

 fairly popping with rage. A quick, withering glance at 

 the captain on the bridge culminated in the startling 

 yell of, "You'll blow her up!*' and in an equally sudden 

 disappearance. 



The innocent and crestfallen captain looked at the 

 hole leading to the engine-room, at the water rushing 

 by without any notable cessation, and at me with a be- 

 wildered look upon his face. Finally he blurted out: 



"What koind of a ship is it that they can't stop her.^^ 

 I never heard of such a thing in all me days!" 



There was land ahead, and I wondered if Captain 

 Kehoe seriously thought of putting the wheel hard over 

 and letting the Erik travel in circles ! She slowed down, 

 however, somewhat cautiously, as an old body should, 

 but complaining bitterly, as she always did. 



Under the direction of Murphy, our second mate, 

 two walrus were shot upon the pan and hoisted to our 

 deck with the steam- winch. 



At Ig-loo-da-houny, in Murchison Sound, we found a 

 large number of Eskimos in camp and we selected three 

 desirable men — ^Arklio, Teddy-ling-wa, and Tau-ching- 

 wa. It is interesting to note that all these northern 

 Eskimos, although apparently very prosperous and not 

 in need of white man's goods because of the proximity 

 of the Danish trading-station at North Star Bay, were 

 very anxious to accompany us. 



