HUNTING WITH THE 

 ESKIMOS 



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NORTHWARD BOUND 



THE morning of July seventeenth, 1908, 

 dawned clear and beautiful. The steamer 

 Erik, lying at anchor in Sydney Harbor, was 

 ready to sail. Steam was up, her cargo of coal for 

 the Polar expedition, to which she was attached, was 

 aboard six hundred tons in her hold and bunkers, 

 and innumerable bags piled securely on deck the 

 last of her provisions had been hoisted over her side, 

 and Captain Sam Bartlett, her master than whom 

 there is no abler sailing the northern seas awaited 

 orders from explorer Peary to point her prow toward 

 the Arctic Circle. 



As Mr. Peary's guest, I had come on the steam- 

 ship Roosevelt from New Bedford, Massachusetts, to 

 Sydney, arriving on the fifteenth, and here met my 

 traveling companions, Mr. G. H. Norton and Mr. 

 E. P. Larned. We three were sportsmen passengers 

 on the Erik, bound for Northern Greenland in search 

 of such shooting as a voyage to Etah might afford, 



