IN CAMP ON THE MALIGIAKFJORD 



sail up the Ikertokf jord. As it was light enough 

 for navigation throughout the night, Streeter saw 

 that Billy had coffee kept hot for us throughout. 

 I searched eagerly the shores of the fjord for pos- 

 sible camping sites, but without success. We were 

 later to learn that though the coast land belt is 

 well supplied with water, this is generally found 

 in basins which have no outlets and are widely 

 scattered over the plateau. Streams which enter 

 the fjords are rare indeed. 



The morning began in a drizzling rain and we 

 soon came opposite a gulls' rookery perched on 

 the almost perpendicular cliff at a bend in the 

 fjord. A rifle shot echoed along the fjord and 

 flushed the gulls by the thousand. At one point 

 Putnam, Streeter and I went ashore to leave a 

 note at an Eskimo fishing camp to announce our 

 arrival to Magister Porsild, Director of the Dan- 

 ish Arctic station at Godhavn, who was known to 

 be cruising somewhere hereabouts in his motor- 

 boat. 



Near the little Eskimo settlement of Sarfan- 

 guak the Morrissey dropped anchor and we went 

 into the house of the manager, David Olsen, to have 

 coffee and cake. Olsen is one of the most remark- 

 able Eskimo-Danish half-bloods that Greenland 

 has produced. For his services to the State he has 



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