340 FOUR YEARS IN THE WHITE NORTH 



We made a long march, however, and got well into 

 Buchanan Bay before we made Camp Greely on the ice 

 off the northernmost point of Johan Peninsula. Through- 

 out my trip I named each camp, so that I might the 

 more easily remember it. Thus I had already made 

 Camp Sonntag and Camp Hayes. 



When we broke camp the next morning, Esayoo urged 

 that instead of going up Beitstad Fjord, as we intended, 

 we should cross Buchanan Bay and go up Flagler Fjord. 

 In the latter he said we would find hard-packed snow 

 and good going, as he knew from personal experience; 

 in the former he felt sure we would find such deep snow 

 as we had encountered the previous year over much of 

 our route. I hesitated to act upon his suggestion, for 

 I was loath to change my plans, but after conferring 

 with Oobloyah, in whom I placed the utmost confi- 

 dence, and who said we could not make any serious 

 mistake to follow Esayoo's advice in anything, I de- 

 cided to do as he urged. At first we met deep snow, 

 but in a short time the going began improving, and kept 

 getting better, until along Bache Peninsula we found a 

 real Arctic boulevard, and before we made camp got 

 quite to Eskimopolis at the point of Knud Peninsula. 

 This was the first of the many valuable suggestions that 

 Esayoo made on the trip, and that fully justified his 

 reputation for good judgment and knowledge of the 

 ways of the North. 



I named our stopping-place Camp Small, for we 

 reached it in the first hour of Jot's birthday — he was 

 born on April 1st, and he always said he was Cape Cod's 

 April fool. At this place E-took-a-shoo built a big 

 snow house, the largest I ever saw in Greenland, with 

 ample room for our whole party. Numerous bear tracks 



