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fortitude and determination required to attain suc- 

 cess. 



Recalling these experiences I was led to contrast 

 my position at this time with that of exactly a year 

 previous as unlike as anything could be. Then I 

 was in the mellow South shooting quail and snipe on 

 the Satilla River, having fine luck and a splendid 

 time. After the day's outing I returned to Plum 

 Orchard with my friends, and Mr. George Carnegie 

 gave me one of the fastest rides to Dungeness that 

 I have ever had in an automobile. Dear old Dun- 

 geness ! How I wished as I remembered all this that 

 I might walk into the pantry there and help myself 

 to the bounty of good things that it always held. 



How tired one gets of the Arctic diet sometimes! 

 It was the same things over and over again! Deer's 

 meat, hare, walrus, with no vegetable other than 

 canned corn to vary it. True, I had a good supply 

 of canned tomatoes, but they always disagreed with 

 me and I was forced to eschew them. I began to 

 wonder, too, whether I would not have forgotten how 

 to sit at table with civilized folk. My meals when in 

 camp were eaten from the top of an upturned box, 

 set alongside the stove. When Billy and the boat- 

 swain were there we all gathered around the same 

 box, each grabbed a plate and flew at the food like 

 hungry wolves, never waiting for things to be passed, 

 or asking each other to pass them, but reaching for 

 what we desired. One rule I tried to enforce that 

 no Eskimo should be in the shack at meal-time. 



