THE MUSK-OX 205 



oxen on a winter's evening before a library tire in the 

 pages of Mr. Whitney's capital book and in the good 

 accounts of the Arctic explorers. 



The sportsman who thinks he needs a musk-ox head 

 and robe of his own killing would do well to move into 

 the Barren Grounds with a good force of Eskimos 

 who know the way and who can conduct him safely 

 back to his base of supplies on the coast. The trip is 

 iar more venturesome than that undertaken into Lab- 

 rador recently by Mr. Leonidas Hubbard, who died 

 from exposure and starvation. However, if some Arctic 

 explorer or whaler extended an invitation to go to the 

 land where the Eskimo chase the musk-ox, many of us, 

 no doubt, would be quite ready to accept and take 

 our chances of returning safely to the ship. 



