14 HUNTING WITH THE ESKIMOS 



hands. Even our head-nets offered small protection, 

 for in some way the insects managed to get through 

 them. 



When we reached the Erik in the evening, we 

 found that the Roosevelt had arrived during our ab- 

 sence, and the two ships were impatiently awaiting 

 our return. Anchors were heaved at once, and away 

 we steamed to Turnavik. 



The following day was clear, the sea smooth and 

 dotted with innumerable icebergs. The two ships 

 raced for Turnavik, first one ahead, then the other, 

 but the Roosevelt, with all sails set and a strong south- 

 west wind, had the advantage finally, and beat us by 

 half an hour. 



We arrived at eight-thirty in the evening, and im- 

 mediately launched a boat and went ashore to be cor- 

 dially and heartily welcomed by Captain William 

 Bartlett, the father of Captain Bob Bartlett of the 

 Roosevelt, and Captain Sam's brother. He owns 

 Turnavik, which is a cod-fishing station. Here the 

 Roosevelt took aboard ten sacks of salt and all the 

 sealskin boots that could be had. I purchased two 

 pairs of boots for myself, and through Captain Bart- 

 lett's kindness obtained a suitable stick of timber out 

 of which I desired to make a boom for our whale- 

 boat. 



Several years before this I had been with Captain 

 Will Bartlett on a sealing voyage, and our meeting 

 now called up many delightful reminiscences. That 

 sealing voyage was my first experience in the ice 

 fields, and it was then I had my first taste of the 



