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ALONE AT BORUP LODGE 



OHORTLY after my departure for King Christian 

 ^ Island, Ekblaw had left for North Star Bay, plan- 

 ning to study all tide-water glaciers en route. I now 

 found a letter awaiting me stating that he was at the 

 sub-station, with the work accomplished. Doctor Hovey 

 and Doctor Hunt would return to New York on the 

 George B. Cluett upon her breaking out of the ice in July. 

 Ekblaw would await the arrival of the new expected 

 relief-ship which Doctor Hovey had requested the 

 American Museum to send, in view of the refusal of 

 Captain Pickles of the Cluett to proceed farther. 



When I got back to Etah I led my bear into the 

 house, through our big living-room, out into our work- 

 shop, and tethered him to the leg of the bench. I had 

 not been out three minutes when Jot rushed excitedly 

 from the front door, yelling: "For God's sake come in! 

 He's tearing hell out of the house!" 



Bursting into the back room, I found it a mess. The 

 stove was turned around, the pipe was down. The floor 

 was littered with cans, boxes, sledge runners, and cloth- 

 ing. Everything had been swept off the bench, and on 

 top of it was Bowdoin, as I called him, tearing madly 

 at the back window in a desperate effort to reach the 



