208 -MV ARCTIC JOURxXAL 



Arctic gale — once in the winter when Mr. Peary and the doc- 

 tor had gone to rescue "Jack," my pet Newfoundland, from 

 its precipitous cliffs, and the second time only a few days 

 ago, when we returned from our venturesome boat journey 

 up Inglefield Gulf. 



Our home journey was almost wholly devoid of incident. 

 Melville Bay, smooth as glass, had lost its terrors, and w'e 

 steamed through it almost without hindrance. We reached 

 Atanekerdluk, in the Waigatt, on August 29th, and there 

 spent a delightful and profitable day in collecting fossils 

 among the "leaf beds" which have been made famous to 

 geologists. The following morning we arrived at Godha\'n, 

 where once more we enjoyed the kind hospitality of In.spector 

 and Mrs. Anderssen, and the pleasing attentions of a daughter 

 who had only recently returned from Denmark. The same 

 friendly reception awaited us at Godthaab, the capital of the 

 Southern Inspectorate of Greenland, where the honors of hos- 

 pitality were divided between Inspector and Mrs. Fencker and 

 Governor and Mrs. Baumann. It was here that Nansen de- 

 scended from the ice-cap after his memorable journey across 

 the Land of Desolation and passed a long, weary winter of 

 waiting. 



The Eskimos of this region have the reputation of being 

 the most expert kayakers in the whole of Greenland, and 

 we were witness to some of their most remarkable feats, 

 such as describing a complete revolution through the water, 



