30 MY ARCTIC JOURNAL 



Island in the distance, and Dalrymple Rock immediately in 

 the foreground, stood up like great black giants, contrasting 

 with the snow-white bergs surrounding them and the red cliffs 

 of the mainland on either side. Whenever anything particu- 

 larly striking or beautiful appears, I am called on deck, and 

 with my hand-glass placed at the open transom over Mr. 

 Peary's head, manage to give him a faint glimpse of our sur- 

 roundings. At nine o'clock this evening we rounded Cape 

 Parry, and about ten o'clock stopped at the little Eskimo 

 village of Netchiolumy in Barden Bay, where we hoped to 

 obtain a native house, sledge, kayak, and various native 

 utensils and implements for the World's Columbian Expo- 

 sition. Our search-party found only three houses in the 

 settlement, and the lonely inhabitants numbered six adults 

 and five children ; five dogs added life to the solitude. These 

 people had quantities of sealskins and narwhal tusks, many of 

 which were obtained in exchange for knives, saws, files, and 

 tools in general. Wood of any kind, to be used in the con- 

 struction of sledges, kayak frames, and spear- and harpoon- 

 shafts, was especially in demand ; they cared nothing for our 

 woven clothing, nor for articles of simple show and finery. 

 We stopped this morning at Herbert Island, where we had 

 hoped to visit a native graveyard, but no graves were found. 



