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in front of our sledges for more than a mile, we had not 

 fed them steaks and tenderloins. Nor did we! I had 

 never known it to happen before. A bear in the bush 

 is equal to a bear in the hand. "Well, Ak-pood-a-shah-o 

 might get them yet," I thought; but as I watched his 

 tired dogs crawling at a snail's pace through that ocean 

 of fluffy snow I decided that Mrs. Bear need have no 

 anxiety over her family. 



For some time E-took-a-shoo, with a worried look on 

 his fat face, as if he doubted his sanity, persisted in the 

 refrain of, "Why didn't I shoot. ^" to which I just as 

 persistently replied, in a very minor key, "Yes, why 

 didn't you shoot.?" Four big men, four big rifles, forty 

 active dogs! One mother bear, two little bears — and 

 no meat! No, they wouldn't tell that next winter when 

 they narrated deeds of valor and tales of prowess in 

 the darkened igloos at Etah. 



Arklio, with a "give-me-another-chance" movement, 

 snatched my binoculars out of their leather case and 

 swept the ice-fields. In a few minutes an excited " T-coo! 

 Ping-a-soo-ne!" ("Look! Three!") announced the dis- 

 covery of another family out for a stroll. Arklio had 

 loaned his dogs to Ak-pood-a-shah-o, who was still in 

 pursuit of the first bear. He looked at my dogs, then 

 at the bears. To his implied request, I assented at 

 once with a "Yes, go ahead. See what you can do." 



After the boys had gone, I strapped on my snow- 

 shoes and visited the big glaciers at the head of the 

 bay, taking careful sights and a panoramic view of the 

 whole coast from Cape Faraday on the north to Clarence 

 Head in the southeast. The coast, buried in snow and 

 ice and outlines gone, is so very different from what is 

 charted that points named sixty-seven years ago by 



