l.NTEKIOIt OF A NATIVE HUT, VIPPEKNAVIK.' 
CHAPTER XLVII. 
The next day, beating hard to windward, we made 
Uppernavik again". The scenery around it was very 
striking, exhibiting some magnificent mural sections 
of gneiss and slates. The entering headland was some 
fifteen hundred feet high. We found all the hills 
patched with snow to the water's edge, where their 
bases are abraded by the moving floes from one year's 
end to another. 
Mr. Murdaugh and myself visited the town ; that is 
to say, the priest's house, the governor's house, the oil 
house, the school-church house, and sundry native 
huts. The wood-cut at the head of the chapter gives 
