APPENDIX I 



THE SUMMER AT NORTH STAR BAY 

 W. ELMER EKBLAW 



Whenever I consider in retrospect the summer that 

 Tanquary and I lived at North Star Bay, over one hun- 

 dred and thirty miles from Etah, our headquarters vil- 

 lage, I can laugh at the unpleasantness and worry and 

 hunger that made it drag interminably for us; but at 

 the time our situation was so serious, and continually 

 threatened to become so precarious, that it was anything 

 but humorous. 



Prevented by frozen toes from completing the dash 

 for Crocker Land upon which I had started with Mac- 

 Millan and Green, I loafed about the house at Etah 

 throughout the month of April, waiting for my toes to 

 heal. Restless from confinement within doors, and 

 eager to be out doing something, I could hardly await 

 the doctor's permission to tramp around. During my 

 imprisonment in the house, Peter Freuchen, the Danish 

 factor at the trading-station at North Star Bay, had been 

 our guest, and when the time came for him to think of 

 returning to his station he urgently invited Tanquary 

 and me to accompany him and to stay with him through 

 the summer as his guest, while we engaged in our various 



