HOT SUN. — BLUEBERRIES. 



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them now filling the air with their noise, making a pandemonium 

 of this beautiful place. I now await the return of Koojesse, 

 Kooperneung, and Koodloo, when I hope to have them accom- 

 pany me with the boat into every bay and to every island in 

 these head-waters of the heretofore called ' Frobisher Strait.' 



" The hunting-party has not yet returned ; possibly it may con- 

 tinue absent a week. When these Innuits go out in this way 

 they make no preparations, carry no tupic or extra clothing with 

 them. The nights now are indeed cold ; near and at the middle 

 of the day, and for four hours after, the sun is hot. This after- 

 noon I started with my coat on, but, getting to the top of the hill, 

 I took it off and left it. 



"August 21 th. A splendid sun and a calm air this da}? - . To- 

 morrow I hope to be off, even if Koojesse and party are not back, 

 looking here and there, and taking notes of the country ; I can 

 man a boat with the Innuit ladies here if I can do no better. Puto 

 came in with her infant on her back, and in her hand a dish of 

 luscious berries that she had picked this afternoon, presenting the 

 same to me. Of course I gave her some needles and a plug of 

 tobacco in return. The berries are of various kinds, among which 

 are blueberries — called by the Innuits Ki-o-tung-nung — and poung- 

 nung, a small round black berry that has the appearance, but not 

 the taste of the blueberry. 



" This evening, while in the tupic doing up my writing for the 

 day, I was visited by several of the Innuits, among whom was 

 Suzhi and Ninguarping, both well acquainted with this part of 

 the country. I tried to get the former, when she first called, to 

 sketch me Kingaite side of Frobisher Bay, as well as the coast 

 about here ; but she, having never used the pencil, felt reluctant 

 to attempt its use ; so she called loudly for Ninguarping, who 

 soon came running with all haste to answer to her call. She told 

 him what I wanted, and that he must assist her. I gave him pa- 

 per and pencil, and he proceeded, giving me very good ideas of 

 the Kingaite side. 



" The night is glorious ! The sun left the sky in crimson, pur- 

 ple, and all the varied shades that go to make up one of God's 

 beautiful pictures in these regions. The moon now walks up the 

 starry course in majesty and beauty, and the aurora dances in the 

 southern sky. 



" Wednesday, August 28th. Another day of beautiful, glorious 

 weather. Jack called on me early this morning, presenting me 



