406 HUNTING WITH THE ESKIMOS 



made a fine showing for one hunt, particularly as 

 the old ones were monsters in size. 



The wind was rising, and before the meat had been 

 cared for, was blowing so hard as to prohibit further 

 hunting for the day. It was decided, therefore, to 

 return to camp, and without delay the boat was loaded 

 with as much of the meat as we could stow in her, the 

 remainder cached among the rocks, and a good run 

 made back to Etah before a fair breeze. 



Following our return the wind blew heavily for a 

 day, holding us close to camp and prohibiting all 

 walrus-hunting. Then, though there was still a good 

 breeze, five Eskimos and myself launched the boat, 

 put sail on her and took a run up the bay to recon- 

 noiter. Before we had reached the end we were 

 running before a gale, with bare mast. Heavy 

 squalls picking up the water in whirlpools as they 

 approached, bore down upon us from the hills, and 

 sailing was so uncertain we put the boat ashore not far 

 from Brother John's Glacier. 



There was a stream running out of a lake at the 

 foot of the glacier, and on each side of it was low, 

 mossy ground, which to my delight was now covered 

 with a mass of beautiful flowers. I counted a dozen 

 different varieties. The colors were yellow, purple, 

 blue, white, light green, and one little plant with a 

 lavender blossom and bright red leaves. Of each va- 

 riety I collected some specimens to press and preserve 

 for my collection, and then for half an hour, while we 

 waited for the squall to pass before turning back to 



