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is a veritable musk-ox pasture. From tHe top of Mt. 

 Hovey, a proud eminence that rises up over the point 

 of the peninsula, I counted over 200 musk-oxen in sight. 

 Wolves, foxes, ermine, and lemming are common on the 

 land. The snow along the coast is beaten down in a 

 wide path by passing bears. 



During our stay there the sun shone bright and clear 

 and warm, so that we dried a musk-ox skin for each of 

 us; hardly a breath of wind came to annoy us. In 

 summer it must be a beautiful place. 



April 26th we set out again. Our dogs were so well 

 fed that they were lazy, and we progressed slowly for 

 several hours. As their laziness wore off we gained 

 speed. By the time we made Camp Fosheim — beside 

 an iceberg — the dogs were going well. All along the 

 way we saw game of all kinds. 



Beside the iceberg at Camp Fosheim we left all the 

 equipment we should not need, for a short dash up 

 Canon Fjord. On the shore near us four musk-oxen 

 were feeding. We agreed to leave them to kill when we 

 got back, that we might have a good feed for our dogs 

 before crossing Greely Fjord. The going up Canon 

 Fjord was very good, and we sped along with a dash, 

 making in eight hours the distance that it had taken 

 Fosheim and Raanes a week. We made a kill of musk- 

 oxen at a valley near the head of the fjord and stayed 

 there over the 28th. Musk-oxen were numerous all 

 about us. A cow in a small herd within a mile of our 

 camp gave birth to a calf, the fii-st we had seen. 

 The stay there was most pleasant indeed, marked by 

 our first sight of the cheery little snow-bunting, the 

 only songster of the Northland, who afterward was with 

 us nearly every day. 



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