A Musk -Ox Hit lit. 



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fifty miles, and in a fine condition to believe many stories of endurance 

 while on hunting chases that I had heard them tell. The thermom- 

 eter at camp registered 65 below zero, yet there was no suffering from 

 the still cold during such exercise, and, in fact, at times, I felt uncom- 

 fortably warm. 



One of their peculiarities which I have noticed is that when 

 slightly wounded, if they have been knocked over upon their sides, 

 they seem perfectly powerless to rise, either from fear or the peculiar 

 formation of their legs. Two of the animals we shot on the 29th 

 of April received each a broken shoulder and were knocked on their 

 sides. The native men, women, and boys sat upon their heaving 

 sides, evidently enjoying the cruel sport, and all the white men par- 

 ticipated for a mere second, rather to please their savage allies, 

 until I requested them to dispatch the brutes, which they did by a 

 well-directed heart thrust with a snow-knife. My natives spoke of 

 this occurrence as a rather common incident of the musk-ox battle- 

 field. 



AN KSK1MO CAMP. 



