CHAPTER XVIII. 
THE SICK HUT — TO FIRST RAVINE — MOVING THE SICK — THE 
HEALTH-STATION — CONVALESCENCE. 
I nAD employed myself and the team from an early 
day in furnishing out accommodations for the sick at 
Anoatok. I have already described this station as the 
halting-place of our winter-journeys. The hut was a 
low dome of heavy stones, more like a cave than a 
human habitation. It was perched on the very point 
of the rocky promontory which I have named after 
Captain Inglefield, of the British Navy. Both to the 
north and south it commanded a view of the ice- 
expanse of the straits; and what little sunshine ever 
broke through the gorges by which it was environed 
encouraged a perceptible growth of flowering plants 
and coarse grasses on the level behind it. The ice- 
belt, now beautifully smooth, brought us almost to the 
edge of this little plain. 
I had made up my mind from an early period that, 
in the event of our attempting to escape upon the ice, 
the “ wind-loved spot,” as the Esquimaux poetically 
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