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In one of the shanties that Peary's Eskimos have 

 built of the material of old Fort Conger, we found a 

 series of records left by MacMillan in 1909, when he 

 stayed at the place for two weeks or more, taking tidal 

 observations. They had been written in one of Major 

 Greely's old note-books. I made copies of them, 

 added a message of my own, and replaced the book. 

 Because it was May 30th, Memorial Day, I added to 

 my note a quotation in memory of C. W. Paul and 

 J. J. Hand, heroes of Arctic service, and the brave 

 fellows of Major Greely's party who lived here for two 

 years, and left only to die on the bleak rocks of Cape 

 Sabine. 



And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall 



blame. 

 And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame. 

 But each for the joy of the working, and each in liis separate sphere, 

 Shall draw the thing as he sees it for the God of things as they are — 



Kipling. 



As on Lake Hazen, we were disappointed to find no 

 one at Fort Conger to meet us. We had confidently 

 expected to find a party in camp there. As we crossed 

 over from Bellot Island to Fort Conger, a gull shrieked 

 somewhere out in the rough ice, and we were sure for 

 a while that we had heard dogs. But time showed that 

 no one had come. 



From Fort Conger we drove to the head of Discovery 

 Bay, where we had seen a herd of musk-oxen on the 

 mountain-side when we made Camp Marvin. The 

 musk-oxen were far up the mountain, almost to the 

 crest. E-took-a-shoo stayed down on the ice to watch 

 the dogs while Esayoo and I went up after the musk- 

 oxen. We each of us took one dog. In the warm sun- 



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