My First Kill 3^ 



frozen musk-ox fat. Seco, badly frozen and hardly 

 able to crawl from fatigue, did not turn up until 

 midnight; and it was not until he arrived that 

 we lighted our little fire of sticks and had our 

 tea. 



Then in a sixty-seven degrees below zero tem- 

 perature we rolled up in our furs, while the dogs 

 howled and fought over the carcass of my first 

 musk-ox. 



