GREENLAND BY THE POLAR SEA 



torn up with a single wrench of the iron jaws of the wolf. The 

 whole cut was dealt by an expert possessing a certainty in the 

 method of killing achieved only by the habitual perpetrator of 

 violence. Only the tongue, the heart, and the fat round the 

 intestines was eaten, otherwise the flesh had not been touched. 

 There were traces of fox round the spot, but strangely enough it 

 did not appear as if the fox had feasted greatly on the huge car- 

 case ; perhaps they prefer the tender and fat lemmings to the 

 tougher big game. 



Early in the morning of the 16th of May, Koch and 

 Inukitsoq arrived from Victoria Fjord. Not only had they 

 examined and charted the fjord, but in addition they had had 

 the good fortune to shoot six musk-oxen on the lowlands which 

 Bosun and I traversed in vain. We could not withhold our 

 shouts of joy when we received this news ; for beside the chart- 

 ing work of this last fjord, our stay in Nares Land since the 

 9th of May has resulted in a catch of twenty-six musk-oxen and 

 thirty hares. The survey of Sherard Osborne Fjord now 

 remains. I consider it advisable to set the course southward 

 again as soon as weather permits, and the expedition is divided 

 into two parties : One hunting party, consisting of Dr. Wulff, 

 Hendrik, Inukitsoq, and Bosun, continues northward towards 

 the supposed land round Nordenskjold Inlet. The charting 

 party consists of Koch, Ajako, and myself. We return tem- 

 porarily to Sherard Osborne Fjord to finish our work there. 

 But we decide that Hendrik and Bosun shall accompany us in 

 order to fetch part of the goods left at Dragon Point, whilst 

 Inukitsoq drives in Victoria Fjord to fetch the rest of the meat 

 deposited there by himself and Koch. Wulff remains in camp 

 to hunt hares in the neighbourhood until his party is collected 

 and clear for the journey. 



In the meantime dirty weather seems to be brewing, and in 

 order not to prolong unnecessarily our stay in this valley of the 

 far too powerful lungs, we move our camp on to a little island 

 at the mouth of Nares Fjord where, at the same time, we deposit 

 all our precious musk-ox meat. Whilst the rest of us drive the 

 meat-laden sledges to the depot, Wulff elects to walk the .5 kilo- 

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