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we came upon them at bay on a little cliff just above 

 our dogs and sledges. Our dogs were frantic to get at 

 them. It was an easy matter to shoot all we needed. 

 After we had killed them, all we had to do was to roll 

 them over the cliff down to our sledges, instead of 

 tramping quite up to the top of the mountain again, 

 as we should have had to do except for Esayoo's sensible 

 suggestion. As I crept into my cozy sleeping-bag that 

 night I gratefully gave shape to my last thought, 

 **Lord, Thou hast done splendidly." In the bright sun- 

 shine we slept on our sledges without tent or other 

 shelter. 



The next two days we spent exploring the new fjord, 

 which I named Borup Fjord in honor Ci my lamented 

 friend, George Borup, to whom our expedition was a 

 memorial. Borup Fjord is a magnificent bay sixteen 

 miles deep, with two tributary arms on the east side. 

 It is flanked on either side by high mountains, some 

 Alpine in character, with blue valley glaciers coming 

 down between the dark, sharp peaks. On the plateaus 

 and domes inland the snow lay deep everywhere. 

 Numerous large herds of musk-oxen roamed over the 

 slopes, indicating an abundant pasturage. At our camp 

 Esayoo and I scraped away the snow with our snow- 

 shoes in several places; in all we found a thick, close 

 carpet of vegetation. I should like to see these shores 

 in summer when the snow is melted. 



In the exploration of Borup Fjord I had to break the 

 trail on snow-shoes every foot we went; the snow was 

 over three feet deep on the level, and sledging, even 

 with empty sledges, was heavy. My legs seemed ready 

 to drop off. 



Yet the days seemed short, so many interesting things 



