BOAT JOURNEY INTO INGLEFIELD GULF 191 



lulled to sleep by the boisterous music of the glacial stream. 

 During" the night it snowed lightly, and when we awoke the 

 ground was covered with a white mantle, which, howev^er, 

 soon disappeared. 



Leaving Karnah on the morning of the loth, for three or 

 four hours we threaded our way through bergs and great 

 cakes of blue ice, past the giant cliffs of Karnah, with their 

 great bastions, towers, chimneys, and statues, carved by the 

 Arctic storms from the gray sandstone, the breeding-places 

 of black guillemots, burgomaster gulls, and white falcons. As 

 we passed along our Eskimo boatmen pointed out to us the 

 striking figures, all of heroic size, looming against the sky far 

 up the cliffs, and told us that such and such a one was a 

 woman, and such another a man, and that the cliffs them- 

 selves were known as " innuchen " (statue rocks). There 

 would be wide scope here for the imaginative genius who 

 has given the nomenclature to the rocks in the Garden of 

 the Gods. All this time it was raining in fierce showers, 

 and we rounded the point of the bay east of Karnah in the 

 face of one of them. A number of deer were seen quietly 

 grazing in the valleys. A fresh wind came up from the 

 south, and we went dashing up the bay, with the foam fly- 

 ing from the bow of the boat, and a boiling white wake 

 behind us. We landed on a sandy beach near the head of 

 the bay. While the tent was being pitched and the boat 

 hauled out of the water a school of white whales (" kahkok- 

 tah ") came puffing and sporting into the cove, and Koomen- 



