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small sloop similar to the wrecked Nahuak and it 

 must be the long awaited relief vessel. I sang 

 out lustily, "Motor-boat coming". Everyone 

 seemed stunned. It was sometime before the re- 

 action came. I now called out, "Down tents and 

 everybody to the landing", and had begun rolling 

 my bed-roll before the good news seemed to have 

 sunk in. Gathering up the bed I hurried down 

 to the place where we had landed from the wreck, 

 calling out to the Eskimos as I passed their tent 

 and using the necessary pantomime. Peter seemed 

 not to believe me and asked, I thought, if I had 

 seen the boat myself. 



Hardly had I reached the shore before the 

 motor-sloop rounded the point and was already 

 letting go the anchor. The dinghy at once came 

 into shore bringing Fiskemeester Nielson of Suk- 

 kertoppen, with whom I was already acquainted, 

 the Sukkertoppen schoolmaster Helge Nystrom, 

 and the Bestyrer Alexander Goettbergsen, man- 

 ager at Kangamiut. The sloop was the Nipisak 

 from Kangamiut. Before the good Goettbergsen 

 had come to our rescue he had felt it his duty to 

 get authority from his superior, Bestyrer Esser- 

 mann at Sukkertoppen, and having no telegraph 

 or radio, he had first made the long journey of 

 sixty miles in the Nipisak. This of course ac- 



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