188 FOUR YEARS IN THE WHITE NORTH [Sept. 



lishment of this station, Green, with three Eskimos, 

 left for the south on the 6th in our dory, loaded with oil 

 and biscuit. He returned on the 8th after landing every- 

 thing at Sulwuddy, where it could be easily reached 

 with dog-teams from Nerky. He also brought us the 

 good news of three more walrus killed near Retreat 

 Cove. 



Our Eskimos were now preparing for their annual 

 caribou-hunt some forty miles north of Etah, in the 

 rolling hills between the shore and the front of the 

 Greenland ice-cap. The coast, bare of snow at this time 

 of year, precluded all thoughts of a route in that direc- 

 tion. Consequently sledges and dogs are always trans- 

 ported to the head of Foulke Fiord and thence to the 

 back of Brother John's Glacier, the beginning of the 

 great white highway leading to the north and south 

 and into the interior of Greenland. Hunt, one of our 

 most enthusiastic hunters, early signified his wish to 

 accompany the Eskimos on this interesting trip. He 

 was now busy preparing and transporting his equip- 

 ment by boat and land to the face of the glacier in 

 Alida Lake. 



On the 9th Jot and I were away for Nerky with our 

 boat looking like a gipsy wagon, piled high with lum- 

 ber for the roof of our sub-station, oil, and dog-biscuit, 

 together with a heterogeneous mass consisting of two 

 women, three children, two pups, skins, clothing, books, 

 hunting equipment, stoves, drinking-water, and two 

 dead gulls. Strung out behind us were three kayaks in 

 tow, two the property of the husbands of the women 

 who were to proceed with their dog-teams over the 

 Greenland ice-cap, rejoining us at Nerky. Loaded as 

 we were, there was not a little apprehension as to our 



