436 HUNTING WITH THE ESKIMOS 



upon them, killing one. The other took to the water, 

 and ice was running so fast that we could not follow. 

 The one killed, however, satisfied me well, for it 

 proved a very good one. 



Below the ice-pack, which choked the entrance to 

 Jones and Lancaster Sounds the coast was low, with 

 high, snow-capped mountains a little distance back 

 from the sea. We hugged the shore until late in the 

 afternoon of August thirty-first, when Ravenseraig 

 Harbor in Eglinton Fjord was reached, and the 

 Jeanie was anchored deep down near the mouth of 

 Tay River. 



The Tay had the appearance of an ideal salmon 

 stream, and I determined to try my luck. We 

 launched a power-boat, and Captain Sam, two sailors 

 and myself ran a short distance up stream until shal- 

 low water was reached. Here we landed, and a mile 

 beyond, where it seemed salmon must certainly be 

 found, I made my casts, while the two sailors recon- 

 noitered farther up the river for deer. No effort on 

 my part could induce a rise, however, and presently 

 when the sailors returned and reported that the Tay 

 had its origin in a glacier not far back, I understood 

 the reason, for fish can only be caught in these 

 regions in streams flowing from lakes or ponds. 

 Glacier streams do not yield them. 



The men found old deer-tracks numerous, but no 

 fresh ones, and with no hope of game here, we turned 

 the power-boat to a point of land a mile up the har- 

 bor, where the chart indicated an Eskimo settlement. 

 No one was there, though we found some old aban- 



