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broken by voices. She and her husband, in common with all the 

 other Innuits and white men, had never expected to see me again. 

 She had often ascended a hill, near by and overlooking the bay, 

 to search the horizon for my returning boat, but had as often come 

 down disappointed. 



In the midst of our talk I was startled by the plaintive cry of 

 an infant, and, turning back a corner of the ample tuktoo furs 

 with which Tookoolito was wrapped, I found a boy only twenty- 

 four days of age, her only child ! 



Tookoolito told me she had been very ill, and had nearly died 

 during her confinement. I was about to leave the tupic, having 

 spent a very pleasant hour with my friend, when she drew toward 

 her a bag, from which she took two pair of nether garments — 

 hod-lings — which she had made for me before her sickness. One 

 pair was made of kus-se-gear (black sealskin and fur), a beautiful 

 mottled material ; the other pair was of the common seal, made 

 in the Innuit fashion, the former being made in the style of civ- 

 ilization. She also gave me three specimens of her netting or 

 crochet- work, made especially for me to take home to America. 

 They were table-mats, and beautiful specimens of a skillful hand. 

 But I had not yet reached the depths of her generosity ; she next 

 presented to me a pair of sealskin socks, and a pair of meituk 

 socks (made of the skins of eider ducks with the feathers on), 

 saying, at the same time, that she had the material at hand, and 

 would soon have ready for me a pair of winter boots — kumings. 



I told her she was doing too much for me. " Kay, nay," was 

 her response, " I can not do half so much as I ought for one who 

 has been so kind to us." As I was leaving the tupic she said, "I 

 was so glad when I heard last night that you had got back in 

 safety that I could not sleep ; I lay thinking of it all the night. 

 I feel very happy now. My wing a thought you lost too ; and 

 now he also is happy." 



In the afternoon old Artarkparu visited me. He had arrived, 

 with his company, from up Frobisher Bay a little before my re- 

 turn, and I now gladly conversed with him, through Koojesse as 

 interpreter, about the pieces of iron I had obtained at Tikkoon 

 and Kodlunarn. I asked him if he had ever seen them before, 

 and he replied, " No, not those, but one much larger.' 1 '' He then 

 made a circular motion with his hand over and around the piece 

 of iron I had placed on the table, and, according to this, that 

 which he had seen must have been five times as large. He add- 



