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ing a walrus come up alongside us, and apparently in- 

 tent upon getting on our cake too. Mr. Collins hurried 

 along with his gun and fired at him, hitting him near the 

 eye. Down went the walrus, and we thought we had 

 seen the last of him. Soon after, however, we heard a 

 sound of hard "blowing" to the northward of us, among 

 the fearful mess of broken ice, and looking along in 

 that direction, we could see large patches of blood on 

 the ice where it had been ejected in breathing. The 

 doctor at once set out on the hard ice to the west, and 

 Mr. Collins on that to the east, while I sent Mr. Dunbar 

 along to the scene. Soon I heard a shot and a cry for 

 a rope, and then four more shots, and, in fine, we killed 

 him and secured the game. 



While the doctor was firing at him the walrus was in 

 the water, and, no doubt, if he had been killed at once 

 he would have sunk, but while stunned for a moment, 

 Mr. Dunbar cut a hole in a flipper with a knife, and 

 rove in it the doctor's belt, and then one more shot fin- 

 ished him. We hauled him clown to camp. He was a 

 young bull, from 1,200 to 1,500 pounds in weight, — 

 more meat than we and the dogs can eat under the 

 circumstances. The choice parts, tenderloin, sirloin, 

 heart, liver, brain, and flippers, will more than suffice 

 for three meals for us, and the dogs may eat all day if 

 they like. The skin will be cut up into pieces and di- 

 vided for boot soles. The tusks go to Mr. Collins, one 

 of which he gave to the doctor. In the walrus's stom- 

 ach there were shrimps and small fish like smelt, and 

 numerous sea anemones or sea cucumbers (?). 



Fog cleared away about four A. m., but weather re- 

 mained cloudy and dull. No land in sight up to seven 

 A. M. 



We found our walrus stew excellent. It was not as 



