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to obtain and soap and cloth are almost entirely wanting. 

 A dirty igloo is about as dirty as anything can be. 



After a good night's sleep in Tookey's igloo — by the 

 way, an igloo is always spoken of as belonging to the 

 wife, who is supposed to govern within its walls — I set 

 out again. At my earnest solicitation, Oobloyah, one of 

 Peary's most efficient men in previous expeditions, chose 

 to accompany me to the meteorite. He had a big strong 

 team of dogs that could easily take me there and back. 

 We followed the inside route into Inglefield Gulf to the 

 mouth of Olrik's Bay, where we crossed over the glacier 

 to the head of Grenville Bay, instead of going out be- 

 yond Cape Parry. In one march we sledged from Olrik's 

 Bay, over the ice-cap, down Grenville Bay, and up 

 Wolstenholme Sound, to the Danish trading-station at 

 North Star Bay, a distance of about eighty miles, in 

 a little over twenty-two hours. I think I had never in 

 my life been so hungry as I was when I got into North 

 Star Bay, though later experiences brought me a great 

 deal nearer starvation. 



When we reached the Eskimo igloos, Koodlooktoo 

 told me, in perfectly good English, that Rasmussen had 

 just got in from Upernavik, and since he would probably 

 leave again that day I ought to go down to call upon 

 him at once. Almost too tired, sleepy, and hungry to 

 care, I waited until I had had my tea and walrus meat 

 before going across the cape to Rasmussen's house. 

 Time doesn't count for much in Eskimo-land, especially 

 in winter, when it is night all the day long, anyway, 

 so, though it was ten o'clock in the morning, no one was 

 awake when I got to the station. 



I entered the vestibule and knocked at the door to 

 the room which the Eskimos told me was Rasmussen's. 



