NORTH POLE OF THE WINDS 



either of the men at Camp Lloyd to go out in 

 such a sea?" And then suddenly the thought 

 flashed into my mind, "It must be news from 

 Hassell". 



Throwing down my pack beside the trail, like 

 a goat I raced down to the landing to find a group 

 of Eskimo caribou hunters who had come up the 

 fjord in an umiak that afternoon arriving shortly 

 after I had left. Because of the high wind they 

 had been obliged to hug the southern or windward 

 shore of the fjord until up- wind from Camp 

 Lloyd, when they had hoisted their sail and with 

 a stern wind had swept over to our landing place. 

 Close to the southern shore as they had been, their 

 keen eyes had detected a faint column of smoke 

 going up from a point near the shore. Since all 

 the caribou hunters had already gone out to the 

 coast, it was clear that this smoke must be made 

 by one or more of the lost flyers. 



On receiving this startling information Stewart 

 and Etes had got out the powerful Mirakel bin- 

 oculars, and had gone up to the radio shack for a 

 better view. They were able to verify the position 

 of the smoke column, which appeared white against 

 the dark further shore at a point nearly six miles 

 away across the fjord. A smudge fire was at once 

 made at Camp Lloyd as an answering signal. The 



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