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HANS FOUND. 
having nothing but tallow, I made my meat-ball like a 
twist-loaf, and broke it with a stone. 
“I have no incidents to record in the shape of dis¬ 
aster. My dogs were in excellent condition, and the 
ice good for travel. The real incident of the journey 
was its early success. My dogs, in spite of low feeding, 
carried me sixty-four miles in eleven hours. 
“Faithful Hans! Dear good follower and friend! I 
was out on the floes just beyond the headlands of our 
old ‘Refuge Harbor,’ when I made out a black speck 
far in to shoreward. Refraction will deceive a novice 
on the ice; but we have learned to baffle refraction. By 
sighting the suspected object with your rifle at rest, 
you soon detect motion. It was a living animal—a 
man. Shoreward went the sledge; off sprang the dogs 
ten miles an hour, their driver yelling the familiar pro¬ 
vocative to speed, ‘Nannook! nannook!’ ‘A bear! a 
bear!’ at the top of his lungs. 
“There was no room for mistaking the methodical 
seal-stalking gait of Hans. He hardly varied from it 
as we came near; but in about fifteen minutes we were 
shaking hands and jabbering, in a patois of Esquimaux 
and English, our mutual news. The poor fellow had 
been really ill: five days down with severe pains of 
limbs have left him still a ‘little veek;’ which means 
with Hans well used up. I stuck him on the sledge 
and carried him to Anoatok. 
“Fortunately Anoatok for once belied its name: 
there was no wind, and the sun broke down upon us 
with a genial +14°, although the shade gave —25°. 
