NORTH POLE OF THE WINDS 



and I climbed the slope for sights. Potter at an 

 elevation of about 1400 feet was able to get an im- 

 portant sight of the Pingo, the dominating peak 

 over 4300 feet high which lies to the northeast of 

 the Maligiakfjord. On the afternoon trek the 

 sun was very bright, and on reaching a fine spring 

 under a rock I decided to make camp, as we had 

 already made about ten miles under pack. My 

 plan was to start out in the night when the heat 

 would not trouble us. We had seen caribou spoor 

 and Marius was now sent out with the rifle. 



Potter and I slept until five-thirty next morning 

 when I roused him. Marius did not get back 

 until seven o'clock, having seen no signs of caribou. 

 Later we were to wonder at his amazing keenness 

 for signs of game, the hall-mark of the experienced 

 hunter. We continued our trek to near the end 

 of the lake, but turned in early. The twelfth was 

 Sunday. At midnight I was awake and looked 

 out. One bright planet was visible and the moon 

 shining. At two a. m. I roused the camp and 

 began to get breakfast of erbswurst and pilot 

 bread. We were off at three-ten as beautiful red 

 stratus clouds were in the east where the sun was 

 soon to rise. The temperature was 52°F. It was 

 a trek of about five miles, for much of the way 

 through some very boggy wet tundra before we 



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