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dead. Mr. Peary thought perhaps some article of his clothing 

 had been found by the Eskimos that might throw some light 

 on the disappearance of our unfortunate associate ; but nothing 

 whatever has been found. We next inquired about our Eski- 

 mo friends, and were grieved to hear that the little five- 

 year-old, bright-eyed, mischievous Anadore, daughter of our 

 henchman Ikwa and his wife Mane, had died in the early 

 spring. We learned that RedclifYe House had been destroyed 

 by a few of the natives, led on by the famous angekok, Kyo- 

 ahpadu, and that he had also destroyed the provisions which 

 were cached at Cairn Point by Mr. Peary. 



We arrived at our destination, at the head of Bowdoin Bay, 

 on August 3d, without any difficulty, the ice having almost 

 completely left the bay and sound. The Sculptured ClifTs of 

 Karnah, forming the cape of Bowdoin Bay, stood out sharp 

 and clear in the early morning sunlight, while the towering red 



The Cliffs <il Karnah. 



