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again we made coffee in celebration of our quick and easy 

 passage, and Esayoo was "guest of honor." 



Scarcely had we reached the low land of the west 

 coast when Nukapingwa discerned a large herd of musk- 

 oxen not far from the site of Camp Ekblaw, as Mac 

 had named the place the previous year from which I 

 had been forced to return with frozen feet. A quick 

 unloading of sledges, a fast chase across the little bay, 

 and a wild dash up the mountain-side brought us to 

 the shaggy beasts that we so much needed for food for 

 ourselves and our dogs. Nukapingwa brought them 

 to bay far up on the mountain-side, where he shot them 

 one by one. Their great carcasses came rolling down, 

 one after another, to our very feet, much to the excite- 

 ment and joy of our dogs. At this place we established 

 Camp Tanquary, where we stayed until we had consumed 

 all the meat of the eleven musk-oxen killed. 



The trip down Bay Fjord was slow and leisurely. 

 We camped once at Camp MacMillan on the south 

 side of the fjord, near a cliff in which I investigated 

 a thick seam of soft lignitic coal, and from the top of 

 which I could make a sketch of most of Bay Fjord and 

 its tributaries. Across the fjord we could see a great 

 herd of musk-oxen feeding on a wide meadow at the 

 foot of the mountains; and I found no difficulty in 

 getting the Eskimos started early the next morning — 

 the musk-oxen were the best possible incentive to early 

 rising. 



On the way across the fjord we found the fresh track 

 of a big bear. Nukapingwa preferred to go after the 

 bear rather than join the rest of us in the musk-oxen 

 kill, so he set off himself up the fjord after the bear. 

 The others of us made a kill of fourteen fat, sleek musk- 



