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companions that very morning, when we had observed 

 several pairs of wolves following us, to shoot every wolf 

 that they could, for the skins were rare and valuable as 

 museum specimens; Nukapingwa thought Pookey a 

 wolf and put a bullet right through her. She crawled 

 into camp, and Nukapingwa told me rather shame- 

 facedly what he had done, offering me any dog in his 

 team to replace her. Though I did all I could for poor 

 Pookey, she could not hope to keep up with the team- 

 mates she had led before; to end her sufferings I put a 

 bullet from my Remington .32 through her head, and 

 she was still. 



Arklio and Nukapingwa turned back from this camp. 

 Camp Hunt. Their sledges were well laden with skins 

 and meat. By them I sent, too, my last message to 

 the men at Etah before severing our last connections 

 with headquarters, giving them an account of my ex- 

 periences thus far. They bade us good-by early on the 

 morning of the 14th; they started their dogs home- 

 ward as we turned ours out toward Eureka Sound and 

 the unknown. 



Down the rest of Bay Fjord and up Eureka Sound 

 the going was good. In three camps — Camps Isachsen, 

 Schei, and Allen — or four marches, we attained the 

 northernmost end of Fosheim Peninsula at the mouth 

 of Greely Fjord. All along the way we had seen musk- 

 oxen on the hills on both sides of the sound, and we 

 had killed all we had needed for food. Even on the ice 

 we found their tracks for miles. At midnight of the 

 18th we saw the midnight sun for the first time, so 

 we called our stopping-place Midnight Sun Camp. We 

 knew we were near musk-oxen by the way our dogs be- 

 haved, but we did not see any. 



