NORTH POLE OF THE WINDS 



and to this roll I hitched four of the dogs and my- 

 self. On slippery ice this method is quite satis- 

 factory. I had resorted to it on the Fifth Thule 

 Expedition around Hudson Bay in 1923. When 

 we arrived at the Watson River we went into 

 camp for the day before proceeding further, for 

 we were all thoroughly exhausted. More than 

 we had realized the constant fight against the per- 

 sistent storm in combination with the rather short 

 rations had worn us down. I was perhaps the 

 most worn out and I now looked forward with a 

 childish joy to the moment when we could again 

 put our feet on land and go hunting. 



On the day we left the ice we shot two hares and 

 both had been eaten before night. I now broke 

 camp, gave the dogs the home signal and with 

 their tails in air they dashed down the glassy ice 

 of the Watson River. We were driving into the 

 light spring time. 



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