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seal-houses were broken open, but the cry of my 

 companion was invariably the same Akkangmut ! 

 akkangmut ! i.e. He (the seal) has gone down, he 

 has dived. 



&quot; Thursday, z^rd. A fearful day ! Heavy storm. 

 Could not have the people together, but managed 

 to crawl into several of their abodes and spoke to 

 the inmates concerning their souls. 



&quot; But this visiting in bad weather is no joke. To 

 enter the snow-house one has to struggle through 

 a mass of growling, snarling dogs, who generally 

 congregate in the outer passage or porch which 

 leads into the main building. On getting inside I 

 am generally covered with snow, which the Eskimos 

 kindly but vigorously try to knock off with flat kind 

 of sticks which they keep for this purpose. After 

 a good lambasting, and many efforts on my own 

 part to shake off the mass of sticky snow, I shake 

 hands with them, and have a friendly chat for a 

 minute, before plunging into the matter of the 

 teaching. 



&quot; As the knowledge and intelligence of the people 

 varies very much, one has to be careful to use the 

 right matter for their various needs, never, of course, 

 forgetting to put Jesus Christ before them as the 

 Saviour of sinners, the One who can in the fullest 

 sense of the word save them from the guilt and power 

 of sin. 



&quot; I generally stay about twenty minutes in each 



