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We sledged along a broad flat valley on the plateau, 

 until we came to a small lake, surrounded by high hills. 

 We crossed the lake and made camp at its upper end. 

 The cold was intense and the wind blew a gale. Our 

 poor dogs were fast failing. After tea, Esayoo and I 

 set out in different directions in search of musk-oxen; 

 though we were gone for hours, we found no trace of 

 them or any other game. 



All night the wind blew. When we dug our dogs out 

 of the snow the next morning we found that nearly all 

 had eaten their traces and that they were almost too 

 weak to move. I had to put two of mine on the sledge, 

 while Esayoo and E-took-a-shoo each had to take one 

 of his own. Esayoo and I started out ahead over the 

 hills, pushing the sledges to help the dogs at every little 

 drift or rise. We got to the top of the divide and 

 started down. Going down the slope on the other side 

 was easy enough, for the sledges went almost of their 

 own weight. Near the bottom, as we swung around a 

 ledge of rock, we nearly collided with a big musk-ox. 

 Our dogs forgot they were weak and tired, and set wildly 

 after him. Then we saw two more, then three, and 

 finally a herd of eight bunched up to fight us off. Our 

 dogs rushed in upon them, and in a few moments we had 

 shot them. When E-took-a-shoo came in a few minutes 

 later we were able to greet him exultantly with an 

 abundance of meat. Our ordeal was over. 



We made Camp Remington at this place, and stayed 

 over for a day to rest our dogs and to give them a full 

 feed. We were far up toward the divide of Grant Land, 

 and Mt. Arthur, a snow-covered, rounded dome, rose 

 like a barrier before us. While we were camped there 

 we looked everywhere for the lake that, according to 



