98 MY ARCTIC JOURNAL 



ally at ten o'clock the big lamp was put out, and we told them 

 it was time to go to sleep, and that they must go home, which 

 they reluctantly did. 



To-day has been a rather lazy day for us all, and now at 

 II P. M. Mr. Peary, Dr. Cook, and Matt have just come in 

 from a visit to the fox-traps about two miles distant. On the 

 return they indulged in a foot-race, and when they came in 

 they looked as if they had been dipped in water. The per- 

 spiration ran in streamlets down their faces. This trip has 

 encouraged Mr. Peary very much in the belief that by next 

 spring his leg will be just as good as it ever was. 



Saturday, January 2, 1892. I have been lazy about writing 

 up my notes lately, but now I shall turn over a new leaf 

 1 89 1 has gone; what will 1892 bring? I don't think I want 

 to know. Better take it as it comes, and hope for the best. 

 The "Villain" and his wife have gone to their home in Netchi- 

 olumy, Myah and Kudlah also have left us, and, with the ex- 

 ception of Keshu (alias the "Smiler") and his wife, all of our 

 Eskimo visitors have departed ; Ikwa and family and An- 

 nowkah and family remain, but they are not considered 

 company at Redcliffe. 



The sun is surely coming back to us, for at noon now we 

 have a perceptible twilight, and the cliffs opposite Redcliffe 

 can be plainly seen. Since December 29 the weather has 

 been very disagreeable, and we have considerable new snow. 

 The whole week has been a semi-holiday. Almost every day 

 I have been out for a snow-shoe tramp, and I have rather en- 



