200 THE LAST CRUISE OF THE MIRANDA. 



begun the ascent than Rogers saw a vessel putting in south of 

 us at Nepisat, we thought and he started back immediately 

 to inform the Doctor, while Thompson and I went on up the 

 mountain. 



I shall never forget that ascent. First we got into the 

 fog, later into rain, and finally, when about two-thirds of the 

 way up, we found ourselves in a blinding snow-storm. We 

 kept on, and finally reached the summit, some 2,000 feet above 

 the sea-level, glorying in the fact that it was August and that 

 we were knee-deep in snow. 



I took several snap shots on this little trip, one in par- 

 ticular of a beautiful waterfall near the base of the mountain, 

 which I regret exceedingly was lost. 



I saw my first and only game in Greenland as we were ap- 

 proaching the foot of the mountain in the boat. It was a 

 blue fox, and a small one at that. The little fellow watched 

 us from the shore until we had almost landed, when, with a 

 bark very much like that of a dog, he scampered off over the 

 rocks. 



As soon as Dr. Cook heard of the sail we had seen ne 

 despatched a kayaker with instructions to intercept the vessel 

 and deliver despatches stating our distress and asking for as- 

 sistance. For the rest of the day we wandered about the town, 

 taking pictures, and watching the governor exercise his dogs at- 

 tached to a sledge, which they drew over the lawn in the yard 

 in fine style. At meal times Mr. Muller spread a bountiful 

 repast, at which he insisted we should all be present, and 

 which it is unnecessary to say we all enjoyed immensely after 

 the scanty meals we had coming up the coast. 



I cannot speak too highly of this gentleman's courtesy and 

 unbounded hospitality to us while we were under his roof. 

 There was nothing too good for us, and when the time for 

 parting came, sincere regret was expressed by the entire 

 family. They lived in the same comfortable, almost luxurious. 



