CAPT. ROBERT A. BARTLETT 
GREENLAND EXPEDITION of 1938 
Under the Auspices of 
SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTION 
AND CLEVELAND MUSEUM 
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and having had another mug-up, we continued down the west shore of the 
stem of the T of the big lake. After about three-quarters of an hour’s 
tramp we passed a place v/here the lake narrowed to a scant 200 yards 
across, and as we drew nearer to the head of the T, we could see the 
east end of it extending farther and farther towards the ice cap. It 
was here that Mini exclaimed all of a sudde.^’ "Takoo, Oocutta," and a 
broad grin appeared on his face as Kay unlimbered his rifle for a shot 
at the large Arctic Hare that stood up on his haunches not 25 yards 
away. But due to his confounded^telescopic sight, he was able to get 
only one shot at himlwhich he missed. Mini gave a dejected look and I 
cursed Ray and his sight as we got under way again. 
We worked on farther and found that the west end of the T was merely 
a small bight from the bottom of which a roaring, shallow stream poured 
through a rich grassy valley toward the southwest. I recognized this as 
Peary’s deer|)astures from a picture in his book, and guessed that this 
■ir;as the stream that flowed down into Or lick's Bay off which we anchored 
last year. 
As Twe followed down this stream Mini showed definite signs of weari- 
ness and indicated that he did not want to go any farther from home. We 
stopped to have a short mug-up and I decided tosend Ray back with him. 
I gave them but a small amount of food, enough to reach the cache which ^ 
was about 4^iles distant, and gave Ray instructions to take it easy on ^ 
the way back and leave a note for me at the cache. I said that we were 
going to follow the stream in hopes of reaching Orlick's Bay, that we 
expected to get back the following morning. If, however, we did not show 
up at the camp by then, he was to come into the cache with more food to 
meet us, after leaving a note for the vessel in case it should arrive in 
our absence . 
Now the going was good, soft grass to walk on in between the rocks - 
It is interesting to note that on the way up from Inglefield Gulf there 
was nothing but a jumbled pile of rocks with a scattered fev/ tufts of 
flowers and grass peeping out here and there. As soon as we reached the 
highest point at the first small lake, the appearance of the country 
started to change. Down the shore of the big lake there appeared more 
and more flowers in between the rocks, and by the time we reached the out- 
let of the lake we were in a rich grassy valley that sloped up gradually 
