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finally got my oil stove going and deer meat frying 

 for supper. 



Here we remained for a day, while Sipsu, Awhella 

 and Oxpuddyshou went out to look for seals, but 

 though they saw some, they were unsuccessful in 

 capturing any. Tukshu, however, after a short hunt 

 brought back two fine foxes and three hares. 



Crystal Palace Glacier, under which our igloo 

 stood, is a great mountain of solid ice, reaching far 

 back into the interior. These stupendous ice masses 

 never failed to impress me with a feeling of awe. 

 Hundreds upon hundreds of years in making, I 

 thought of them as living things born in that far 

 distant period before history began, and still exist- 

 ing to look down in silent majesty upon puny man's 

 perishing creations. 



In pushing on from Crystal Palace Glacier to the 

 walrus grounds, we followed the northern side of 

 the glacier for two miles before a suitable place was 

 found at which to cross it, then mounted to the sum- 

 mit. The side where the ascent was made was ex- 

 ceedingly steep and slippery, and the dogs could 

 scarcely get a foothold. Three hours' travel, with 

 many circuits to avoid crevasses, carried us across the 

 glacier's top to the surface of the interior ice cap. 

 These crevasses were from a foot to four feet in 

 width and doubtless hundreds of feet in depth. I 

 crawled to the edge of a number of them to peer 

 into the chasms, but could see no bottom. 



On the ice cap, where the going was smooth and 

 fine, the dogs traveled at a run, and the drivers urged 



