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NEW LONDON AVENUE. 
Sunday giving place to the Henry Grinnell flag, of 
happy memories. 
“From this, along an avenue that opens abeam of 
the brig,—New London Avenue, named after McGary’s 
town at home,—are our boats and square cordage. 
Outside of all these is a magnificent hut of barrel- 
frames and snow, to accommodate our Esquimaux 
visitors; the only thing about it exposed to hazard 
being the tempting woodwork. What remains to 
complete our camp-plot is the rope barrier that is to 
mark out our little curtilage around the vessel: this, 
when finished, is to be the dividing-line between us 
and the rest of mankind. 
“There is something in the simplicity of all this, 
‘ simplex munditiis,’ which might commend itself to 
the most rigorous taste. Nothing is wasted on orna¬ 
ment. 
“October 4, Wednesday.—I sent Hans and Hickey 
two days ago out to the hunting-ice, to see if the 
natives have had any luck with the walrus. They are 
back to night with bad news,—no meat, no Esquimaux. 
These strange children of the snow have made a mys¬ 
terious flitting. Where or how, it is hard to guess, for 
they have no sledges. They cannot have travelled 
very far; and yet they have such unquiet impulses, 
that, once on the track, no civilized man can say where 
they will bring up. 
“Ohlsen had just completed a sledge, fashioned like 
the Smith Sound kommetik, with an improved curva¬ 
ture of the runners. It weighs only twenty-four 
