BY ESKIMO DOG -SLED 43 



and we spent a good part of that day in 

 putting the sound potatoes carefully away in 

 straw, while the bruised ones took a more 

 prominent place in a box in the kitchen to 

 be eaten first. I was astonished when I 

 looked through the kitchen window to see a 

 number of tousle-headed little Eskimo boys 

 and girls outside. 



&quot; Whatever do you want ? &quot; I asked them. 



They all grinned sheepishly and said &quot; Paun- 

 gatannamik.&quot; It seemed that they had spied 

 a box of apples on a truck coming our way, 

 and so they were in hopes of a taste of the 

 &quot; fruit with the plump cheeks.&quot; They, poor 

 mites, never see any fruit in their own land 

 excepting the berries that grow on the brush 

 wood that straggles among the stones ; so 

 they were to be forgiven for taking an interest 

 in the wonderful &quot; paungatannamik,&quot; and 

 they devoured what I tossed through the 

 window to them with great gusto, skin and 

 core and pips complete. 



We had to hurry on with the safe storing 

 of the eggs and potatoes and apples in a room 

 where they would not freeze, for the autumn 

 weather had begun. As I took my daily 

 walks upon the hills the cold struck dismal 

 indeed. The land was all covered with hard 

 snow, and the beach was crusted with a 



