CHAPTER XV. 
CAPE JAMES KENT—MARSHALL ISAY—ICE-RAFTS—STRIATED BOUL¬ 
DERS-DALLAS BAY—ANTIQUITIES — THE BEAR-CHASE-THE 
BEAR AT BAY—TnE SINGLE HUNT—TEETH-WOUNDS—THE LAST 
EFFORT—CLOSE OF TnE SEARCn. 
While tlie Esquimaux were hunting about the bergs, 
I sat with my sketch-book, absorbed in the spectacle 
before me; but, seeing them come to a halt above the 
island, I gained the nearest sledge, and the whole party 
gathered together a few miles from the face of the 
glacier. Here Hans and myself crawled with Tatterat 
and his dogs into an impromptu snow-hut, and, cheered 
by our aggregated warmth, slept comfortably. Our 
little dome, or rather burrow, for it was scooped out of 
a drift—fell down in the night; but we were so worn 
out that it did not wake us/ 
On rising from a sleep in the open air, at a tempera¬ 
ture of 12° below zero, the hunt was resumed along the 
face of the glacier, with just enough of success to wear 
out the dogs and endanger my chances of return to the 
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