HUNTING THE NARWHAL 361 



while Billy and myself rolled up upon the ice in our 

 deerskins and were soon asleep. 



After some forty hours of fruitless searching and 

 watching for the herd, the Eskimos gave up the 

 hunt, and, disappointed, we turned back to camp, 

 every one thoroughly tired. We had been sleeping 

 but a very little while when Kulutinguah roused 

 Billy and me with the announcement that narwhals 

 were again heard blowing. We tumbled out in a 

 hurry, and a few minutes later, with the same crew 

 as before, were headed across Smith Sound. When 

 nearly half way to Ellesmere Land the boat was 

 hauled upon the floe, and lookouts established as on 

 the former occasion. 



Thus some two hours passed, when Portlooner 

 sighted two narwhals blowing a long way off but 

 heading toward us. Kulutinguah launched his 

 kayak at once and idly drifted around for an hour 

 or so, when suddenly" he began paddling very fast. 

 He was soon so far away that in the intense glare 

 it was difficult to follow his movements. Tukshu, 

 however, who was watching him steadily through my 

 glasses, presently rushed to the boat, shouting the 

 announcement that Kulutinguah had harpooned a 

 narwhal. 



All was hurry and confusion in a moment. The 

 boat was pushed into the water, we tumbled into it, 

 and in less time than it requires to describe it were in 

 hot pursuit of Kulutinguah, whom the narwhal was 

 towing rapidly to the southward. When after a long 



