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pulled up none the worse for his tumble. The loss of a single 

 animal would ha\'e been a calamity to the party. 



On July 1st Mr. Peary saw the loom of land ahead, and 

 thinking it only one of the west-coast mountains, changed his 

 course to northeast, and then to east, hoping to be able to 

 round it ; but after a few days' further tra\-el he saw the land 



still ahead, and then found 

 that it was the northern 

 boundary of Greenland. 

 He now decided to leave 

 ^^Hg^^yy^A SBBI '"'is sledges and supplies at 



y^i^%^i (jM the edge of a moraine, and, 



with a few days' rations, start over- 

 land toward the coast. They had not 

 gone far when they came across un- 

 mistakable signs of musk-oxen, and 

 then upon the animals themselves, 

 grazing in a little valley. A few shots 

 from Mr. Peary's rifle brought down 

 two of them. Then a little baby musk- 

 ox came peering around a great boul- 

 der to learn the cause of all the noise 

 and commotion. This was captured 

 alive, but the poor little thing did not 

 survive its mother very long. Mr. 

 Peary camped in this lovely valley, and there feasted his dogs 

 on fresh meat. 



Cairn on Navy Llill. 

 Lat. 81° 37'. 



