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engaged in government work. We felt that a load had 

 been lifted from our shoulders. It would not be neces- 

 sary to return to Upernavik in search of the last member 

 of our expedition. He appeared within a few hours, 

 looking hale and hearty and entirely recovered from the 

 effects of his Melville Bay trip. 



Our sojourn at this port was most enjoyable, due to 

 the kindness and the courtesy and the hospitality of 

 Inspector Lindow, Governor Ohlsen, and Mr. Porsild. 

 Everything was done to cause us to regret the briefness 

 of our stay. A visit to the home of Mr. Porsild caused 

 us to gape in astonishment at its appointments — a 

 laboratory, a large library, a dining-room, a music- 

 room. With a happy, contented wife and a charming 

 daughter, he had found the key to happiness' — a key 

 which he would never give up. Henceforth this would 

 be his homeland. 



Rich in its association, that little town of Lievely, 

 so called by the English and Scotch whalemen, has a 

 long and interesting story of its own. Far the most 

 interesting relic of the past is the whaler's lookout built 

 in 178£ of the jawbones of a whale. Here hardy seamen 

 have registered their names during the long hours of 

 the watch. Dates were found as far back as 1811. 

 The old rusty cannon still stands on guard, ready to 

 announce to the fleet anchored in the bight south the 

 sighting of a whale or the rupture of the pack. Its 

 red mouth has long been silent. The buildings at the 

 foot of the hill have rotted away. The once proud fleet 

 no longer exists. 



There in that harbor practically all American expedi- 

 tions have anchored. The cairn outlined against the 

 sky on the eastern heights at an altitude of 2,400 feet 



