GREENWOOD'S LAND. 



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was that no more appropriate name could be given to the district 

 before me than " Greenwood's Land," in .honor of Miles Green- 

 wood, of Cincinnati, Ohio. I think no one, not even an English 

 geographer, will question my right to name this land. At the 

 head of Frobisher Bay — now positively determined to be such, 

 and no longer a "strait" — exists this beautiful and fertile dis- 

 trict, and I considered the name of Greenwood to be especially 

 appropriate. 



On the morning of September 2d, after breakfast, reindeer were 

 seen on the plain across the river, and immediate chase was given 

 by some of our hunters. Two were speedily captured, and all 

 hands soon began the task of skinning the animals and preparing 

 food. While the people were thus occupied, I started, accompa- 

 nied by Tunukderlien and Toolookaah, for an excursion inland 

 toward the Great Gateway. We arrived at a place opposite- the 

 falls, and there, seated on the green carpet of nature, the woman 

 commenced sewing, while I occupied myself with my journal. 

 Kooj esse, who was to go with me, shortly arrived, crossing the 

 river to us by fearful leaps from rock to rock over the rushing 

 stream. Soon after, Toolookaah — who had gone across the river 

 to a feast at the place where the reindeer were killed — rejoined 

 us, and we again proceeded on our exploring trip ; but in a short 

 time rain fell, and we had to take shelter under a huge boulder 

 rock, distant from the tupics six miles. Finally, as a heavy storm 

 set in, spoiling my excursion for the day, we returned to the en- 

 campment. During our journey a white owl was seen; also par- 

 tridges and other wild game. Several rare specimens of fossils 

 were also picked up, and in every direction I found abundant evi- 

 dence of a region fertile to the explorer. 



The two reindeer shot this morning were mother and young. 

 The latter was fired at first. The parent then hastened to her 

 offspring, and this enabled the shrewd Innuits to kill the doe. It 

 is the general custom among this people, in chasing the deer, to 

 kill the fawn first; then it is rare indeed that the mother is not 

 also secured. 



For some time past I had been suffering from painful boils, and 

 the morning of September 3d found me quite ill, and confined 'to 

 my fur bed inside the tupic. I felt no inclination to eat until the 

 kind-hearted Tweroong came in, with her pretty china tea-saucer 

 full of golden salmon, smoking hot. The very sight of it made 

 me better. It was delicious, and seemed to fairly melt in my 



