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the appearance of long flat rocks in the midst of the snow- 

 plain. 



Friday, February 5. This morning all our Eskimo visitors 

 left us, and things are once more running in the old groove. 

 I have not been out for several days in consequence of a sore 

 toe. I have finished blanket sleeves for all the sleeping-bags, 

 and yesterday boiled my first pudding. To-night about eight 

 o'clock noises were heard out on the ice, and in a little while 

 Arrotochsuah and his wife arrived, with one large dog and one 

 puppy. They were very much fatigued, having been five 

 days and four nights on their way over. These old people 

 seem very fond of each other, and share whatever they get. 

 Their food-supply having given out, they are on their way 

 to their son's igloo at Netchiolumy, forty-five miles distant, 

 whither they intend to travel on foot, part of the way through 

 snow two feet deep. The woman, seemingly sixty years of 

 age, says they tumble into the snow every few steps, but up 

 they get and stagger on, and in this way they make the trip 

 with packs on their backs. 



Thursday, February 1 1. Just seven months ago to-day Mr. 

 Peary broke his leg, and he celebrated the event by taking a 

 ten-mile tramp on the bay ice. His leg did not trouble him 

 at all, and did not swell very much. To-day we have been 

 married three years and a half. It seems as if I had been 

 away from home as long as that, and yet it was only eight 

 months on the 6th of February since I left Washington. 



Saturday, February 13. We are making preparations to 



