36 I OUR YEARS IN THE WHITE NORTH [Nov. 



To be happy in the North, and this I consider to be 

 the greatest security against illness, it is necessary for 

 one to have various interests. If a man is interested in 

 one subject only, such as ornithology, what will be the 

 result when the birds fly south in September to be gone 

 for nine months? A new subject must be taken up 

 with the changing seasons, thus bringing contentment 

 and a forge tfulness of the great world to the south. 



Those fall months of 1913 were the very busiest of the 

 expedition, and every man was enthusiastic and eager 

 to contribute something to the work. There was the 

 home to build; rooms to be made comfortable; meteoro- 

 logical observations to be taken; day and night watches 

 to stand, as a preventive against that equipment- 

 devouring and plan-destroying enemy — fire; meat to 

 get; provisions to be tumped over the rocks for a half- 

 mile; and wireless and electric-light plants to be in- 

 stalled. 



Thanksgiving Day, Thursday, November 27th, found 

 us well and happy, and abnormally eager to begin upon 

 the following menu: 



Little Neck clam broth 



Roast Greenland caribou, cranberry sauce 



Turnips Potatoes 



Apple pie Squash pie 



Plum pudding 



Grape- juice Coffee 



Nuts and raisins McLeod fruit cake 



An Eskimo boy clothed in spotless white waited on 



the table. After we were well rounded out with all 



these good things, thirty -five Eskimos were fed from the 



leavings, all looking supremely happy as the choice 



delicacies disappeared one by one. 



