BAYARD TAYLOR PASS. 



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eye-water for Sterry, who was at that time living with some of 

 the people near the island called Oopungnewing. From Field Bay 

 our track was over the mountain pass much frequented by the 

 natives. This pass, which I have named after Bayard Taylor, 

 was, in some parts of it, very steep and fatiguing, but the scenery 

 was grand and captivating. 



Half way on the route we stopped at a spring of delicious wa- 

 ter, and there had our dinner. Thence we continued to ascend 

 until reaching the summit of the pass. We then commenced our 

 descent by following a course between high rocks, along a path 

 that was, in one or two places, very steep. 



Presently, after passing through a magnificent gorge, we came 

 on to a small inlet leading up from an arm of Countess of War- 

 wick Sound. This we traversed for about an eighth of a mile, 

 until, coming to an abrupt turn where a bold, bluff mountain was 

 on either side, I caught sight of Frobisher Bay, and the mountains 

 of Kingaite beyond. The view was, to me, quite exciting. The 

 ice-covered bay, with the distant peaks of Meta Incognita, and the 

 dark, abrupt cliffs at our side, seemed a glorious picture to one, 

 like myself, beholding it for the first time. 



The sun was now descending, but the moon's silvery rays would 

 serve to guide us on, therefore we hastened forward, though the 

 distance was yet some miles to travel. In a short time more we 

 were traversing the snow-wreaths that covered the bay-ice, and, as 

 we passed on, Koojesse pointed out a place at our right which he 

 said was where the "white men, a long time ago, had masted a 

 ship ;" but this seemed so improbable that I did not at that time 

 believe him. 



The island we were now going to was the one Annawa and 

 his family went to at the time we escorted them part of the way 

 the previous fall (see page 128), and we now intended to rest 

 there for the night. But it was quite 9 P.M. before we arrived, 

 and then some of the family were in bed. This, however, did not 

 prevent our having a prompt and most friendly reception. The 

 aged Annawa and all those with him quickly gave us food, and 

 a prompt offer of hospitality for the night. They were all much 

 rejoiced to see me, and, though there was no "spare bed," yet I 

 was cordially invited to share theirs. Soon afterward, tired and 

 sore with my long walk of near twenty miles over ice, mountain, 

 and ice again, I retired to rest as best I could. 



That night my sleep was a sound one, though I was tightly 



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