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— the only signs of life in that great white wilder- 

 ness. 



When the deer was skinned and dressed, the pelt 

 was carefully rolled and put on one of the sledges, the 

 meat was made into a pile for Wesharkoopsee to take 

 back to the ship when he returned from Sail Harbor 

 with empty sledge, and we pushed along the west- 

 ern shore of the bay; then, taking to the land again, 

 still westward across this second peninsula and low 

 divide, till we came to the little bight, called Sail 

 Harbor by the English, on the western side of Parry 

 Peninsula. 



Here, out at the mouth of the harbor, under the 

 lee of the protecting northern point, we made our 

 second camp. 



Wesharkoopsee deposited his load of supplies, and 

 I wrote a note for Bartlett, who was west of us 

 on his way to Cape Columbia. That night we had 

 deer steak for supper — a feast for a king. 



After a few hours' sleep we started, straight as 

 the crow flies, across the eastern end of the great 

 glacial fringe, heading for the mouth of Clements 

 Markham Inlet. Reaching the mouth of the inlet, 

 we kept on down its eastern shore, finding very good 

 going; for the tides rising in the crack next the shore 

 had saturated the overlying snow, then freezing 

 had formed a narrow but smooth surface for the 

 sledges. 



A part of this shore was musk-ox country, and we 

 scanned it carefully, but saw none of the animals. 

 Some miles down the bay we came upon the tracks 

 of a couple of deer. A little farther on we were elec- 



