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good blaze was made, and in a little while the igloo 

 was warmed up and became very comfortable. In 

 contrast to the storm without it appealed to me as 

 snug and cozy as any house could be; under the cir- 

 cumstances luxurious, in fact. 



I had brought no food with me, and now, hunger 

 asserting itself, I joined the Eskimos in a meal of 

 walrus and seal, varied by some good-sized pieces 

 of fat from the back of a deer. Then I crawled into 

 my sleeping-bag, clothes and all, to dream that I 

 was in Florida, snipe shooting. 



How long I slept I do not know. Teddylinguah 

 roused me to say that the light was good, and they 

 believed they would start, though a gale was still 

 blowing from the south. I sprang up, took a good 

 drink of water, helped the men load the komatiks, and 

 in a very good light we were shortly on our way 

 again. 



Now that we could see, I discovered that we were 

 still less than six miles from Littleton Island, though 

 in our off-shore course and return we must have 

 traveled more than twice that distance, for we had 

 gone far from land. Now we stuck to the Ice foot, 

 where very good progress was made, until half the 

 distance to Annootok was covered, when we were 

 forced to land, in an up and down hill course, with 

 soft snow to flounder through, often sinking to our 

 waists in drifts. It was a long while, however, be- 

 fore we reached the old familiar trail to which I was 

 accustomed, and many times it occurred to me the 

 Eskimos had gone astray, for though it was now 



