ON THE LOWER TELZOA. 105 
a distance of about four miles discovered to the left the 
mouth of another small river flowing in from the west- 
ward, and, much to our delight, upon its sandy beaches 
found dead willow drift-wood in such quantities that 
we were able to load the canoes with it. Signs of 
Eskimos were also observed here. Three miles farther 
north, just west of a remarkable white sand-hill or 
moraine, three hundred feet in height, the Telzoa, now 
a broad swift stream, was again entered. 
Towards evening we sighted upon the right bank, 
some distance ahead of us, the solitary lodge of an 
Eskimo. In front of the doorway stood a man gazing 
toward us, and behind and around him excited women 
and children were gathered. These were all quickly 
placed inside the “topick” or lodge, and the doorway 
laced up securely. But he, remaining outside, continued 
to watch us intently. Our canoes were no doubt taken 
to be those of the “ Ik-kil-lin” (the Indians) from the 
south—their hereditary enemies—so they expected no 
good thing from us. 
Our own men, recalling to mind the stories of the 
“savage Eskimos who would undoubtedly eat them,” 
were scarcely less fearful than the solitary native, who, 
as we drew nearer, was observed through our glasses 
to be nervous and trembling. As soon as we had ap- 
proached to within calling distance, I stood up in my 
canoe and shouted, “ Chimo! chimo! cudloona uvagut 
peeaweunga tacko Enuit” (Halloo! halloo! we are 
white men, glad to see the Eskimos). Before my words 
were finished the doorway of the topick was torn open, 
and with great rejoicing and excited gestures all the 
inmates scrambled out to meet us at the shore as we 
landed. 
