AN ARCTIC HONEYMOON 



coasting. I was embarrassed to think that I had been 

 caught in the act, but was solaced when I recalled the fact 

 that two of our dignified professors had been sliding the 

 same way. 



These Eskimo were queer looking figures with their com- 

 bination of English and Eskimo dress. The women had 

 upper garments of fur, one wearing a red skirt, the other a 

 light blue. One was the proud mother of a cunning little 

 baby, apparently about two months old. This little thing, 

 when taken out of the hood 

 on the mother's back, in 

 which it was carried, was 

 seen to be clad only in a 

 hood and short coat of fur, 

 leaving the lower limbs 

 absolutely bare. This was 

 all right as long as it was 

 in the hood nestling against 

 the mother's warm body, 

 but when taken out to be 

 fed, it had rather cold 

 comfort. The mother was 

 as delighted with the notice 

 taken of her little one as 

 any English mother would 

 be. 



Finally we left the shore and proceeded on our way. 

 Our next stop was to be Godhaven, where my husband 

 and I were to remain, while the ship went farther north 

 for the great meteorite. I was disappointed because we 

 had to punch through no ice pack such as Mr. Lee had 

 described to me, the water being singularly open this year. 

 We steamed into the picturesque harbor of Godhaven on 

 the morning of August 7. Already our ship had been 

 boarded by a swarm of natives with a miscellaneous assort- 

 ment of articles to " trucky." Through intermarriage with 

 the Danes, these Eskimo have lost many of the character- 

 istics of their race, such as the broad, flat noses, swarthy 

 skins, black hair, and stunted forms. Many are fair, and 

 some of the women are even comely. 



Mr. Peary and my husband went ashore to make arrange- 



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