250 FOUR YEARS IN THE WHITE NORTH [April 



was always in at the death. In a twinkling he was 

 dressed, my dogs were hitched to his sledge, and he 

 was off. At three o'clock they were back with the 

 sledge red with meat. 



Again we slipped down into our bags and again we 

 scrambled out — another bear! They were finding us 

 right at home. Bachelor apartments, evidently, for 

 these were all males; the ladies must be over in Eureka 

 Sound. The Fates were delivering our orders of the 

 last two weeks right at our door and in truck-loads. 

 The bottom had fallen out of the high price of meat. 

 Rather than proceed with heavily loaded sledges, I 

 decided to remain here another day, rest the dogs, and 

 feed to the limit. 



Here I built a cairn and inclosed the following record: 



Easter Sunday, April 23, 1916. — Arrived here yesterday on my 

 return from Finlay Land (King Christian Island) to Etah, North 

 Greenland. I shall leave here to-morrow for Cape Ludvig. From 

 there I shall proceed to North Cornwall, where I hope to find musk- 

 oxen enough to enable me to map east coast as far as Gordon Head. 

 Expect to arrive Cape Southwest about May 4th, and Etah, 

 June 1st. 



Thus far we have killed thirteen bears, thirteen seals, sixteen 

 hare, two ptarmigan, and thirty musk-oxen. Have three days' 

 supply of pemmican on our sledges. 



I have with me three Eskimos — ^Noo-ka-ping-wa, Arklio, and 

 E-took-a-shoo. 



Have lost eight dogs out of forty-seven, three with piblock-to, 

 three dropping on the trail, and two killed by bears. 



AU weU, 



MacMillan. 



My diary reads: 



April 2JtiK Monday, Thirty-fourth day. — This is one of the days 

 when a man thinks strongly of the comforts of home. We left 

 Three-Bear Camp at eleven-fifty this morning, hoping that wind 

 and drift would subside in a few hours; but in this we were disap- 



