THE HUNGEY WOLVES. 



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ice. Behind this ice we placed ourselves, each seeking to get 

 a good shot. Sharkey led in the attack, leveling his gun on the 

 instant that one of these savage foes began to make its approach. 

 The result was that the hungry wolf turned tail, and went off 

 limping, minus a man-supper, his companions following him. 



After the excitement of this affair was partially over, Koojesse 

 informed me that he had known many instances in which Innuits 

 had been attacked, killed, and devoured by hungry wolves. When 

 once so attacked, it was generally sure death to the Innuit. It 

 was, indeed, with thankful heart that I retired to my snowy couch 

 that night, as I thought of my narrow escape from the very midst 

 of that hungry pack, unarmed as I was, and far away from all 

 help save that which is ever mighty to save. 



The following morning, May 15th, we were about to resume 

 our journey, when, the wind having increased to a gale, accompa- 

 nied with drift, and Koojesse being quite ill, we were obliged to 

 hold over, and keep in the igloo all day. Our fare that day was 

 raw seal and raw ducks. The ducks were very fat, the fat being 

 like butter both in appearance and taste. 



In the morning of Friday, the 16th, the weather was thick, and 

 at times spitting snow. We were up at 3 A.M., intending to start 

 early, and complete the crossing of Frobisher Bay to Kingaite 

 coast ; but the shore-ice by the island of our encampment was in 

 such an impassable condition from ebb tide that we had to wait 

 for the flood. At 7 30 we were under way, passing to the west- 

 ward and northward for some time along the coast of Eesor Isl- 

 and* on our left, over the rough ice, and among the thousand and 

 one islands of that part of Frobisher Bay. At 11 A.M. we ar- 

 rived at White Island, which I had seen on my boat-voyage in 

 the previous fall, and then thought very remarkable. On this oc- 

 casion I landed to examine it and procure geological specimens. 



Thirty minutes after meridian we arrived close to a point of 

 Kingaite coast, whence I could see what the natives call Sharko 

 (low land), where I had my eighteenth encampment of the boat- 

 voyage in the fall of 1861. Having reached the point — Turn 

 Point, f as I called it— where my survey of the Kingaite coast 

 terminated when on that voyage, I turned about and resumed 

 the survey, passing rapidly down a beautiful channel — Cincinnati 



* Named after William Resor, of Cincinnati, Ohio. The centre of this island is 

 in lat. 63° 16' N., long. 67° 55' W. 



t Turn Point is in lat. 63° 19'N., long. 68° 09' W. 



