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all but drifted into an iceberg. Over an hour passed 

 before the engine could be made to work again, and 

 then we quickly had the bear aboard. It was even 

 larger than the big one killed previously. 



Much ice choked the entrance to Cumberland 

 Sound, and it was decided to make direct for Cape 

 Haven. We were on our course on the afternoon 

 of September thirteenth, hemmed in by icebergs on 

 one side, surf on the other, when a rowboat with sail 

 set was discovered bearing down upon us. The occu- 

 pants hailed us frantically as we passed, but condi- 

 tions were such that we could not luff to take them 

 aboard then. Seven white men and an Eskimo were 

 seen in the boat, the white men members of a ship- 

 wrecked crew, and we ran into the harbor at Cape 

 Haven to await them. 



An hour later the boat came alongside the Jeanie. 

 The men proved to be Mr. O. C. Forsyth Grant, a 

 trader, and the crew of his wrecked vessel the Snow- 

 drop,, which had been reported lost with all hands. 

 The Snowdrop had gone upon the rocks on September 

 eighteenth, 1908, and during the previous winter the 

 men had endured the most terrible hardships and suf- 

 fering. During considerable periods their only food 

 had been boiled sealskin and rotten seal meat some 

 of which was more than a year old. 



Considering these hardships they were in fairly 

 good shape, with the exception of one poor fellow, 

 who they said was then with the Eskimos at the 

 head of Frobisher's Bay at a place which the sailors 

 called Ward's Inlet. This man's feet had been so 



