SLEDGE JOURNEY INTO INGLEFIELD GULF 



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registered 21.94 niiles. The night was a beautiful one. The 

 sun shone brightly until near midnight, when it went down 

 like a ball of fire, tinging the sk\- with erinison, purple, and 

 yellow lights, which gradually faded out and left a dull gray- 

 ish blue, which in turn changed to a gray just dark enough to 

 show us the numberless stars that studded the firmament. 

 When we reached Ittiblu the sun came up from behind the 

 dark cliffs of the eastern shore of Inglefield Gulf. We had 

 been traveling sixteen hours, and were pretty well tired out. 

 Our dogs, too, were glad to have a meal and rest. 



We immediately set to work to build a snow-igloo of our 

 own, on the icy floor of which we placed our sleeping-bags 

 and everything that 

 we did not wish 

 handled by the in- 

 habitants of the set- 

 tlement. While still 

 at work on this we 

 were visited by two 

 residents, Panikpah, 

 a former visitor at 

 Redcliffe, and Koo- 

 menahpik, his father ; 



they showed a true native hospitality by asking us to share 

 the comforts of their igloo — an in\-itation, however, which we 

 politely declined. 



Our igloo proved icy cold, and I shall never forget the 



Our Snow-iijloo. 



