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hunt tuktoo. The boat kept close in shore until we came to 

 Hamlen's Bay,* which had to be crossed. Here I embarked with 

 Charley, and with a fair breeze we sped across at the rate of about 

 five miles an hour. On the west side of the entrance to this bay 

 were some islands, between which and the main land was a chan- 

 nel ; and, in order to get to the northward and westward (which, 

 being the general trend of the coast thus far, I had reason to sup- 

 pose to be probably its direction to the head of the bay), we must 

 pass through this channel. We should have done so without de- 

 lay but that the ebb of the tide had left it dry. Not being aware 

 of this, I told Koojesse to go on. With a twinkle in his eye, he 

 said, "Well, you tell 'em so — we try." Accordingly we went 

 on until, rounding an island that was at the mouth of the chan- 

 nel which is called by the Innuits Tin-ne-took-ke-yarn (Low-tide 

 Land), I saw we were on the verge of dry land. A rise and fall 

 of twenty-five feet in the tide made that impassable at low water 

 which six hours before was a deep channel. 



Koojesse, on seeing my surprise, looked at me with such a mer- 

 ry laugh that I could not rebuke him had I been so inclined. We 

 turned the boat round, and formed our sixth encampment upon 

 Blanchard's Jsland.f 



In the early part of this day, while yet close to Brewster's Point, 

 and while walking on the beach, I met with remains of many In- 

 nuit habitations of former days, when they used to build them of 

 earth and stone. Bones of the whale, and of all other animals 

 that principally serve the Innuits for subsistence, lay there in 

 abundance, many of them very old, their age probably number- 

 ing hundreds of years. One shoulder-blade of a whale measured 

 five feet along its arc, and four feet radius. Whale-ribs, also, were 

 scattered here and there, one of them being eight feet in length. 

 I also noticed there several graves, but nothing, not even a bone, 

 within them. An old drift oil-cask was also there, sawn in two ; 

 one half was standing full of water, the other half was lying 

 down. I gathered up the oak staves and heads for fuel. 



Next morning, Friday, August 16th, when I awoke, I found the 

 tide ebbing fast, and it was therefore necessary to get under way 



* Named after S. L. Hamlet), of Cincinnati, Ohio. This bay runs up almost due 

 north, and is five miles across at its mouth. The centre of its entrance is in lat. 62° 

 58' N., long. 66° 10' W. 



f So named after George S. Blanchard, of Cincinnati, Ohio. Our sixth encamp- 

 ment was in lat. 62° 58' N., and long. 6G° 17' W. 



