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the Captain to cut out of her a few pieces of leather for boot soles. 

 These proved very useful later in Wrangel Island, but if we had brought 

 with us the boat itself we would have had no trouble in killing walrus 

 enough to support us for years on Wrangel Island. 



The morning of the 25th of May I was lying half awake when I 

 heard a shot. I took no notice of it, for I thought it was Chafe 

 shooting ducks. After a few seconds I heard the Second Engineer sing 

 out, "Oh, call Mr. Hadley; Breddy has shot himself!" I was up in a 

 flash and into the other tent, about ten yards off. As I got into the 

 tent I asked, "What is the matter here?" The Second Engineer was 

 sitting up and pointing at Breddy who was lying on his back with one 

 arm stretched along his side and the other across his breast, with a 

 bullet hole in his right eyelid. I picked up the gun the shooting had 

 been done with and said, "Have you another gun in here?" "Yes," was 

 the answer. I said: "Give it to me and I will look after it. You 

 don't need guns in here, anyway. You and Williamson are scarcely 

 able to move." He gave me with the gun three cartridges, all that were 

 left of one hundred that they had landed with from Shipwreck Camp, 

 and not an animal killed with that gun. 



About this time I made a ladder from driftwood to get eggs from 

 the cliff, but after I packed it over to the rookery I found it about 

 twenty feet too short and could get only twenty-five eggs. Later I 

 made another which was about the right length and McKinlay, the 

 Eskimo and I took it over and tried to raise it, but it was too heavy 

 for us and we had to abandon the idea. Tens of thousands of eggs and 

 we could not get one of them! I used the short ladder in every place 

 that I could and got small lots of fifteen and twenty and twenty-five 

 eggs. 



About the second of July there was a strong northwest wind which 

 smashed and ground the ice in heavy ridges on the northwest side of 

 the island, rolling it up against the cliffs seventy or eighty feet high. 

 But July 3rd the wind turned to the southwest, blowing strong, and the 

 ice went off from the beach, ending our sealing and duck shooting. 



The middle of August the ice came in again. All the bights were 

 filled with loose ice which did not cement together for several days. 

 This was a bad condition for any kind of hunting, so we went on a 

 ration of two tablespoonfuls of fermented seal oil twice a day for 

 three weeks. We had a little dried meat which we were saving for an 

 emergency. After the ice got strong enough the native and I went off 

 rustling and in the small holes we found lots of young crowbills with 

 the old birds. The ammunition was getting low and we could not 

 afford to shoot, so we got a net that we had been using for fish, though 

 we never got any, and brought it out to use as a seine. The first cast 

 we got about fifty birds and in all we got about five hundred, so our 

 hungry days were temporarily over. 



Hadley here leaves out of his manuscript a part which he empha- 



