Hunting Musk-Ox with the Dog Ribs 



A Running Shot. 



were always enclosed, gave sufficient sup- 

 port. We started at 6 a.m., determined 

 to reach the Coppermine, some fifty miles 

 distant, before camping. In the afternoon 

 we came upon a lodge-pole, standing be- 

 side a sled-track which we had followed 

 all day, upon which a line written in the 

 syllabic characters informed us that Jim- 

 my's party was to reach the woods that 

 evening also. 



At half-past ten, after sixteen and a half 

 hours of continuous travelling, we reached 

 the little grove of pines, which seemed 

 more welcome than any harbor to the 



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