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which I threw away, and sucked it. I protested at 

 first that this would make them sick, but they al- 

 ways assured me, "No good for white man, but very 

 good for Eskimo," and I never observed harmful 

 results. 



One of my young hares died from some cause, 

 but four others had been captured, leaving me still 

 sufficient for my purpose. They were growing rap- 

 idly and almost too big now to hope to capture more. 

 Those in the pen, save the one that died, did very 

 well, and in a short time began to take on their pure 

 white coat. 



This was the season for walrus-hunting when the 

 Eskimos reap their harvest, so to speak, of flesh to 

 feed man and dog during the long winter, when, as 

 we have seen, the most strenuous effort yields only 

 scant results. All hands were therefore constantly 

 on the lookout for herds. Not only to satisfy my 

 restlessness and desire for constant activity, but to 

 aid them in securing and laying in a good stock of 

 provisions, I indicated my desire to accompany and 

 assist them. Walrus-hunting often means exciting 

 sport, particularly when herds of them offer fight. 

 During the following weeks I took part in several 

 of these hunts, some of which are perhaps interesting 

 enough to describe. 



