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when the storm abated steamed along its shore, and, crossing 

 Whale Sound, entered Olrich's Ba}-, the scenery of which sur- 

 passes that of any of the other Greenland bays that I have 

 seen. Our party scattered at once in search of reindeer, 

 which we were told were numerous here, and in a few hours 

 we had seventeen on board ship. 



Our house is up, and promises to be very coz}-. The good 

 ship "Falcon" sails for home to-morrow, taking with her the 

 last messages which we can send our dear ones for some time. 



Everything points to the success which Mr. Peary hopes 

 for. What the future will bring, however, no one can tell. 



