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take box, which contains a good deal of gravel, carry it through the 

 very interested Eskimo to the boat, all get in, hurried good-bys to 

 everybody, and we are off. 



A two and a half hours' trip once more, and the last more than 

 half of it very rough. Such tossing and dancing and dipping and 

 twisting, with the spray, fortunately not cold, shooting high up at 

 times, or an angry wave splashing over. But the boat is large and 

 strong and so eventually we reach the Bear, which was completely 

 out of sight until about an hour after we started, and in a few min- 

 utes off we go to the north. A little fruit, bed, and know nothing 

 more until near 7 the next morning. It was a long day — over 25 

 hours in a stretch without a wink. Yet did not feel bad ; the work 

 and good nature of people about and those met with, with some 

 success, are good tonics. 



Wednesday, July 28. All of us have to consult the calendar to be 

 sure of the day and date. 



Sort and wash Berryman's specimens — a nice lot of little things, 

 mainly of stone, slate, flint, etc. 



Then go after my bones. Find the spray made the earth and 

 gravel in the box thoroughly wet, so that it is necessary carefully to 

 excavate all the bones. Find a male, rather short-statured, typically 

 Eskimo. May have been a burial of the Russian times. Wire for all 

 details. Must dry bones. Meanwhile try to catch up with notes. 

 Toward evening expect to be in another village. Weather fair. 

 Have passed the Arctic Circle during night, but it is not cold nor in 

 any way strange here. Sunset coloring lasts long and passes into 

 that of sunrise — no real night, no stars; but moon seen late at night 

 and far to the south. 



May this weather continue, for in rough weather landing at any of 

 these places — there are no harbors whatever and always shallows and 

 bars and shoals — would be extremely risky or impossible and my 

 work, for which I feel ever more eager, would suffer. If only I could 

 see all worth seeing, and stay a little longer when I find what I am 

 after. 



We reach Kevalina. It is just a schoolhouse and about seven sod 

 houses. Only a native school teacher, from whom I do not get much. 



No remains or old site very near, but an old village, with " good 

 many things," exists on the Kevalina River within a few hours' dis- 

 tance (by canoe) from Kevalina. 



Natives bring old adzes (mounted by them, however), and a har- 

 poon handle from the old site — bought. 



Spend rest of day in washing, sorting, and packing specimens. 



After supper am invited to the officers' room and given by Lieut. 

 M, C. Anderson a fine selection of old ivory harpoon heads and other 



