186 HUNTING WITH THE ESKIMOS 



tered was the home of Eiseeyou, and unusually clean 

 for an Eskimo igloo, though, like all of them, heavy 

 with the odor of walrus and seal. They made me 

 very welcome, after the fashion of Eskimos, and in 

 turn I made myself quite at home. I removed my 

 kuletar and wrapped myself in warm deerskins, 

 while two of the women took off my boots and 

 briskly rubbed my nearly frozen feet to revive the 

 circulation. 



Thawed out and comfortable, I made tea for the 

 party over an Eskimo lamp, in which seal oil was 

 burning, then lay down for a few minutes' rest upon 

 the platform bed, thickly covered with skins, in the 

 back of the igloo. How long I slept I do not know, 

 but when I awoke the light in the stone lamp had 

 nearly burned out, two women and a man were sleep- 

 ing alongside me, and I was literally covered with a 

 fresh stock of kumiks. 1 I arose at once, but could 

 find my boots nowhere, and was obliged to waken 

 Eiseeyou's kooner, Anahway, to get them for me. 

 Donning warm clothing, I left my drowsy hosts, and 

 sought out my traveling companions in the snow 

 igloo they had built. 



Here I found my sleeping-bag thoughtfully laid 

 out for me to crawl into, with my oil stoves along- 

 side, ready to be lighted. The Eskimos were sitting 

 around inside the igloo, laughing, talking and eating 

 frozen walrus meat which they chopped with an ax, 

 in generous portions, from a large piece in the center 

 of the circle. Not one of my friends had gone to 



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