THE WHITE WORLD 



minutes. When it was understood by Nookta that we were 

 in some danger, he began to pray. " O, Father Spirit, send 

 the fog away," as they told me that his jargon meant. It 

 was rather surprising, to say the least, when shortly after- 

 ward, the fog suddenly lifted. 



All things come to an end, and so did our delightful 

 honeymoon. Like all other Arctic travelers, we feel drawn 

 by the magnet of the north, and long to visit again that land 

 of snow. 



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