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RETURN FROM A HUNT. 
Rescue Expedition, should be of itself enough to sa¬ 
tisfy me of this. I should be glad to borrow from his 
ingenuous narrative the story of his meeting with 
Myouk and Metek and Ootuniah, and of the almost 
affectionate confidence with which the maimed and 
sick invited his professional succor, as the representa¬ 
tive of the elder “ Docto Kayen.” 
“September 16, Saturday.—Back last night from a 
walrus-hunt. I brought in the spoil with my dogs, 
leaving Hans and Ohlsen to follow afoot. This Mars- 
ton rifle is an admirable substitute for the primitive 
lance-head. It killed at the first fire. Eive nights’ 
camping out in the snow, with hard-working days be¬ 
tween, have made me ache a little in the joints; but, 
strange to say, I feel better than when I left the vessel. 
This climate exacts heavy feeding, but it invites to 
muscular energy. McGary and Morton are off at 
Anoatok. From what I gathered on the hunt, they 
will find the council very willing to ratify our alliance. 
But they should have been at home before this. 
“September 17, Sunday.—Writing by this miserable 
flicker of my pork-fat lamp, I can hardly steady pen, 
paper, or thought. All hands have rested after a heavy 
week’s work, which has advanced us nobly in our ar¬ 
rangements for the winter. The season is by our 
tables at least three weeks earlier than the last, and 
every thing indicates a severe ordeal ahead of us. 
“Just as we were finishing our chapter this morning 
in the ‘Book of Ruth,’ McGary and Morton came in 
triumphantly, pretty well worn down by their fifty 
