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pounds, and, though I think it too short for light 
draught, it is just the article our Etah neighbors 
would delight in for their land-portages. I intended it 
for them, as a great price for a great stock of walrus- 
ineat: hut the other parties to the bargain have flown. 
“ October 5, Thursday.—We are nearly out of fresh 
meat again, one rabbit and three ducks being our sum 
total. We have been on short allowance for several 
days. What vegetables we have—the dried apples and 
peaches, and pickled cabbage—have lost much of their 
anti-scorbutic virtue by constant use. Our spices are 
all gone. Except four small bottles of horse-radish, 
our carte is comprised in three lines—bread, beef, pork. 
“I m ust be off after these Esquimaux. They cer¬ 
tainly have meat, and wherever they have gone we can 
follow. Once upon their trail, our hungry instincts 
will not risk being baffled. I will stay only long 
enough to complete my latest root-beer brewage. Its 
basis is the big crawling willow, the miniature giant of 
our Arctic forests, of which we laid in a stock some 
weeks ago. It is quite pleasantly bitter, and I hope 
to get it fermenting in the deck-house without extra 
fuel, by heat from below. 
“ October 7, Saturday.—Lively sensation, as they 
say in the land of olives and champagne. ‘Nannook, 
nannook!’_‘A bear, a bear!’—Hans and Morton in a 
breath! 
“To the scandal of our domestic regulations, the 
guns were all impracticable. While the men were 
loading and capping anew, I seized my pillow-corn- 
