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boring glacier, which Mr. Peary considered one of the first 

 magnitude, and named, after the distinguished secretary of the 

 American Geographical Society, the Hurlbut Glacier. It was 

 nine o'clock before we were through with exploring, photo- 

 graphing, and making observations, and then we made a dash 

 for the east end of Herbert Island. 



Mr. Peary laid our course down the center of the gulf, 

 and we were beginning to calculate the time when we should 

 reach RedclifYe, when suddenly we encountered deep, soft snow, 

 through which the dogs could not pull the loaded sledge with 

 any of us seated upon it. There was nothing left for us but 

 to get ofT and walk, or rather wade through the snow. After 

 a few hours of this tiring work the dogs refused to go farther, 

 and it was only with special coaxing and driving that any 

 progress was made. When at last we reached Herbert Island 

 we were almost as glad as the dogs to be able to rest. Red- 

 clifife was still fifteen miles distant. 



Mr. Peary and I spread our sleeping-bags down on the snow 

 out in the brilliant sunshine, and lay down on them for a nap. 

 We had not been asleep long when I awoke and found that 

 Mr. Peary had arisen and was walking rapidly in the direction 

 of the ice-foot. He was following an Eskimo who had shoul- 

 dered a rifle, and my first impression was that the native had 

 taken one of our own rifles from the sledge and was making 

 ofT with it. 



At Kyo's call the retreating figure stopped short and turned 

 back. He came directly to us, and w^e recognized him as 



