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Eskimos, will tramp for miles in: search of 
game, never giving up until forced by weak- 
ness to yield in the unequal fight. ‘They are 
able to withstand the severest cold, and 
after walking from thirty to forty miles a 
day on snowshoes in the coldest weather, 
will scrape a hole in the snow, build a fire 
in one end, throw down several armfuls of 
brush in the other end, and sleep peacefully 
throughout the long night, rising occasion- 
ally to replenish the fire. They are, as a 
rule, tall men, and, as I have said, are 
slightly built, with fine, clear-cut features; 
it is exceedingly difficult to guess their ages, 
the hair seldom turning gray, and a man of 
forty or fifty is often as agile and strong as 
one of twenty-five. They make their own 
pipes of stone, working them down to one- 
tenth of an inch in thickness on the bowl, 
and turning out a piece of work which looks 
as if it were machine made. 
The lot of the women, as among most 
uncivilized peoples, is hard, all the drudgery 
falling upon their shoulders; in contrast to 
the men, they are short, thicksetand inclined 
to corpulency after the age of thirty. Yet, 
with all their drudgery and their seeming 
dulness, they have their fine qualities and, 
no doubt, a very commendable philosophy 
of life. They are good to their children and 
RECREATION 
they do beautiful embroidery, in which the 
colors are well blended and the work 
equal to that done in more civilized com- 
munities. I have a pair of Nascaupee 
moccasins made of smoked skin with white 
tongues, on which is worked a design in 
colored silks equaling any Persian em- 
broidery I have seen. 
The Nascaupees, when they are able to, 
bury their dead in graves, which they en- 
close by palings of rough stakes; and the 
custom still prevails of placing the weapons 
and personal belongings of the deceased 
upon the graves for use in the future world. 
The future world—yes, these people who 
will have nothing to do with our so-called 
Christianity have still a very fair substitute. 
I have said they are honest among them- 
selves, kindly and peace-loving. And they 
share and share alike in their hours of ease 
and pleasure as they stand together in the 
time of adversity. They live in the hope of 
a time of plenty, when there shall always be 
caribou not far from the white man’s store- 
house of good things, when the marten and 
the fox and the beaver, the otter and the 
bear shall be in great abundance. They do 
not look forward to a time of rest and idle- 
ness, but live and die in hope of—the Happy 
Hunting Ground. 

A NASCAUPEE CAMP AT FORT CHIMO 
