BOAT JOURNEY INTO INGLEFIELD GULF 1 93 



out after specimens until after mi(lnit;ht, and then, returning, 

 slept in the boat. He left us at this point to join Gibson in 

 Tooktoo Valley. Crossing over to the eastern side of the bay, 

 we found a beautiful rock-protected cove, with a stream flow- 

 ing into it from a valley above. While Mr. Peary climbed to 

 the top of a rock to obtain some bearings, I took my rifle and 

 started up the valley in search of deer. In a short time I had 

 shot two. One of them I brought down at long range while 

 he was running at full speed. As this day was the anniver- 

 sary of our wedding, we celebrated it mildly with a milk 

 punch and fried liver from the deer which I had shot. Here, 

 midway between the Arctic Circle and the Pole, we were in 

 a veritable garden spot. Vines and plants and flowers run 

 and grow in luxuriant abundance over and in the crevices of 

 the rocks. The stream which empties into the cove comes 

 from a beautiful mirror-like lake set in a grassy meadow only 

 a short distance up the valley, and over the protecting ledge 

 to the west come the continuous thunder and groanings of 

 the great glacier. 



Continuing our exploration, we arrived, through wind, snow, 

 and rain, at the precipitous island which lies near the eastern 

 extremity of the gulf. Here, in the angle of the island and a 

 huge glacier, in which it was partially buried, we pitched the 

 tent, though not without protest from the natives, who said 

 that the waves from an iceberg breaking ofif the glacier might 

 smash the boat and swamp the camp. While we were at 

 dinner Koomenahpik raised the alarm of " kahlillowah," and 



