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get but little out of him. Donates a few archeological specimens of 

 no great value — has no more. 



We hurry on to the other village and burial ground, almost a mile 

 west of the present settlement. Find only a small pile of bones, 

 with one whole male skeleton of fairly recent date. 



Then back, as fast as possible, the Indians carrying the bags with 

 bones, and load on boat. My shoes and feet have long since become 

 thoroughly wet, after which Mr. Wegner loaned me wool socks and 

 native shoes that protected my feet. But now these must be left 

 behind and I have to get into nry wet, cold shoes — socks too wet. 

 Officers in a hurry to get back. It is now 3.00 a. m. ; the sun rose 

 about 1.30. Pay my men, change shoes, photograph women (pi. 8) 

 and then men — all pleasant and willing. See a few poor articles of 

 archeological nature — not worth getting; and after a hearty hand- 

 shake with the teacher we take off through the somewhat rougher 

 water to the whaleboat, then on to the motor boat and the ship. Ar- 

 rive with six bags of specimens, reaching boat just a little after 4. 

 Sleepy captain meets us, but luckily shows no grudge, though this 

 stop and his loss of sleep were essentially for me. Though it would 

 seem they could have readily waited for our going ashore until morn- 

 ing, or have given me a little more time at the Diomedes. which 

 would have brought us here later. Am too much awake now and 

 worked up to sleep. Lie down a while but fully awake. Total sleep 

 last night 2y 2 hours. But it was worth it, except for the vandalism. 



Pack — inadequate boxes — until 3.30 p. m. Whole collection made 

 last night put in order. But back and knees stiff. Weather two- 

 thirds fair (my own estimate), some wind, sea choppy. Lie down but 

 can not sleep. 



At 5.30 off Kotzebue. Due to shallowness of water must anchor 

 far out of sight. At 6 go to land in ship's larger launch. Waves 

 rather bad. much tossing about and spray, have to get behind the 

 canvas canopy that is raised over one seat. It is 15 miles from where 

 the Bear is anchored to the Kotzebue village — over two hours of (at 

 times) rather violent tossing up and down and sidewise. Run for 

 a part of the time not far from beach — a number of isolated, orderly 

 fish camps — lots of fish drying. Wonder at not getting seasick 

 again — it must be the open air or difference of movement. 



Kotzebue village lies around a point on a not very high, flat bank, 

 facing the bay of three rivers (Selavik, Kobuk, Noatak). As we ap- 

 proach I count over 50 clean tents of Eskimos, about 15 frame houses 

 and stores, and many skin and other boats on beach or in water. 

 Many natives hurry to meet us. 



Go ashore. Thomas Berryman, the trader, with the local judge 

 and two or three other whites come also to meet us. After getting ac- 



