AN ARCTIC HONEYMOON 



English to some extent. I had been in my new home but 

 a short time, when I was unceremoniously driven out, 

 for the vast clouds of smoke that came from our kitchen 

 stove when Mr. Lee started the fire rivaled that of the 

 smokestack of the " Hope." Two of the natives were 

 soon at work cleaning out the chimney and I reentered 

 and prepared our first meal, the principal item of which 

 was some fine fish, just out of water. These were obtained 

 from the natives, as were all our fish and birds while there, 

 in exchange for a few ship's biscuits brought with us for 

 trading. 



We never had to go to market; the market came to us, 

 in the shape of a string of natives bearing things to 

 " trucky " — ivory paper-knives, bracelets, crochet hooks, 

 knitting needles, brooches, sealskin bags, kamiks, fish, 

 birds, miniature kayaks, and everything else they could 

 think of. They always opened the outer door and stood 

 shuffling and sniffing until I called them in. One day I 

 heard the door open softly, and although I called " mane " 

 many times, no one came, so I went out to see who had 

 entered. I found a tiny boy holding a big fish in either 

 hand. He did not make a motion or utter a word, but 

 simply looked up with a sidelong inquiring glance at me. 

 I called Mr. Lee, who immediately took the queer little 

 fellow outside to take his photograph, and then gave him 

 several biscuits for his fish. One fellow, more like the 

 northern Eskimo, with a shock of black hair standing out 

 all over his head, whom we called the foot-ball player, was 

 always bringing us some worthless thing, and trying to 

 make a deal. One day he brought a red sealskin bag, 

 which had spots of mould on it. My husband said to him: 

 " What's that for?" " Truckey," he answered. " Trucky, 

 decidedly trucky; a fossil, isn't it? You save fossil? " " Eh 

 eh " said the Eskimo, " me save fossil." 



They are unwilling to own that they don't understand. 

 He evidently liked the word. " No," said Mr. Lee, " we 

 don't want it, it's no good." No good meant nothing to 

 him, so Mr. Lee said ajungningilak." The native looked 

 hurt, but finally took his leave. 



When we went for a walk, everything that met my eye 

 was new and unfamiliar. The ground, a mass of rocks, 



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