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pitched it two hundred yards still farther inland, 

 weighting it down with heavy boulders laid upon the 

 canvas around the bottom. When our sleeping-bags 

 and extra clothing were stowed under its shelter, 

 Kulutinguah contentedly remarked, "Peauke" [very 

 good]. 



He had no sooner spoken than we saw a tornado 

 bearing down upon us. The Eskimos ran out and 

 threw themselves upon the loose things not yet under 

 cover. A moment later the tent and my sleeping-bag 

 were picked up like scraps of paper and carried far 

 up the valley. A small can of oil, with a hole punched 

 in the top, landed fifty yards away, and only the 

 heavy lashings and anchorage of the boat saved it 

 from being blown away also. When I recovered my 

 sleeping-bag it was badly torn, and the oil can was 

 found to be empty. 



The heavens became inky black and it grew very 

 dark for a little while. Then the wind settled to a 

 steady, increasing gale. Under these conditions the 

 tent was recovered and reerected with much difficulty. 

 Three lines were run from the top of the center pole 

 in three directions, and fastened securely to rocks, a 

 heavy circle of rocks was piled upon the canvas around 

 the base, and it was decided that it could not be car- 

 ried away again unless the canvas tore. 



Snow fell, then rain began, dashing in wild fury 

 against my frail lodge of canvas, until it made its 

 way through the cloth, and I was awakened from 

 sound sleep by a stream of water pouring upon my 



