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abandoned. Thus these children of the icy North live — one day- 

 starving, and the next having so much food that they care not to 

 carry it away. 



We started at 10 A.M., and passed in sight of more low land, 

 some of which was covered with grass. Seals and ducks were so 

 numerous that it was almost an incessant hunt — more from habit, 

 on the part of the natives, than from necessity. The signs of 

 reindeer being in the neighborhood were such that the males of 

 my boat's crew landed to seek them. Some of the Innuits of the 

 other boat had done the same, and frequent reports of fire-arms 

 gave evidence that the game was in view. Presently Koojesse 

 returned, having killed one of the largest of the deer, and after 

 some trouble we got some portions of it on board — saddle, skin, 

 hoofs, horns, and skull. My boat soon after carried at her bow 

 not only the American flag, but also the noble antlers of the deer. 

 I felt at home, with the flag of my country as my companion and 

 inspiring theme. 



Early in the day, before the shooting of the reindeer, I heard 

 what seemed to be the roar of a cataract, and perceived that we 

 must be approaching some large river. Presently I was astonish- 

 ed by Suzhi saying to me, " Tar-ri-o nar-me" (this is not sea- wa- 

 ter). She then took a tin cup, reached over the boat's side, dip- 

 ped up some of the water, and gave it to me, after first drinking 

 some herself, to show me that it was good. I drank, and found it 

 quite fresh. It was clear that the river was of considerable size, 

 or it could not throw out such a volume of fresh water to a con- 

 siderable distance from its mouth against a tide coming in. 



After a while we came to an estuary where the waters were 

 alive with salmon. My Innuit crew were in ecstasies, and I too 

 was greatly rejoiced. 



On a point of land at the mouth of this fine river we pitched 

 our tents,* and away went the men for another hunt. They were 

 out all night, and on the next morning, August 24th ? returned 

 with two more deer. This, with what had been shot on the pre- 

 vious day, made our list of game four reindeer, besides several 

 seals and sea-birds. We might have had more, but the Innuits 

 were now indifferent to every thing but the larger sort. 



* Our twelfth encampment was in lat. 63° 43' 30", long. 68° 25'. It was on the 

 west side of Sylvia Grinnell River, on a narrow strip of land called Tu-nu-zhoon, the 

 south extreme of which is Ag-k-e-toon, which I named. Tyler Davidson Point, after 

 Tyler Davidson, of Cincinnati, Ohio. 



