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in to camp, pretty well all in, with three dogs fastened to him that 

 were pullinfi: him along, lie told this version of the accident: 



His team had been ahead when they struck some young ice just out- 

 side the ridge. The Chief had wanted to cross the young ice in a direct 

 line but Chafe had tried it, found it not strong enough, and had gone 

 around by another way where it was stronger. The Chief tried to go 

 direct, his sled broke through the ice, and he and the sailor fell in the 

 water as well, getting their feet and hands wet. They were able to 

 climb on the ice but left the sled and dogs to sink where they were. 

 No move was made to save the rifles and cartridges. Meantime the 

 plunging of the dogs and the working of the sled had smashed up the 

 only way open for Chafe's return. At this stage the Chief and sailor 

 had gone back, leaving Chafe on the other side of the open water. 

 When Chafe finally got back on the landfast ice at the end of the 

 trail which led ashore, he stayed there one night. He then came ashore 

 with the three dogs, thinking the others would follow. 



During the absence of the Chief, the Eskimo and I got two more 

 bears and a small cub. These were the last bears we got on Wrangel 

 Island. The meat was divided up, so much for each camp according 

 to the numbers. 



As there did not seem to be much game near the shore, the Eskimo 

 and I went out to the ridge and made camp with a tent that we found 

 there on the sled Chafe had abandoned. [Apparently the rest of Chafe's 

 dogs were lost, as Hadley does not mention them.] Next morning 

 bright and early we went out to the open water about three miles 

 beyond the ridge and got five seals. For two or three days after that 

 the sealing conditions were bad, so the native decided to go ashore 

 with two seals and bring back a load of driftwood to burn. He took 

 the sled we had come with and two dogs, leaving one with me to give 

 me warning in case of the arrival of a bear. He intended to be back 

 in four days. 



That night I slept in my sleeping-bag and the dog was fastened 

 to the sled just outside the door. About four A. M. I was awakened 

 by his barking, and that meant a bear. I tried to get out of my white 

 drilling sleeping-sack but the more I struggled the harder I stuck. 

 Finally, when I got out to my gun I saw the bear and two small cubs 

 disappearing over a ridge. I swore, "No more sleeping-bags for me," 

 and for about ten days I slept on top of the bag, but no bears. Then 

 one night it felt pretty cold and there being no bears, I got into the 

 sleeping-bag. Of course, the same thing happened, even to the hour 

 of four A. M. I finally freed myseK from the bag in time to get one 

 shot in as the bear was disappearing over a ridge. I then cut the dog 

 loose to see if we could get the bear that way. It had been snowing 

 and was pretty dark and both the dog and I had several hard falls. 

 The rough going did not seem to bother the bear and he got away. 



The native had now been away twice as long as he said but I decided 



