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came in upon us. lie had had a hard chase behind 
the sledge, and was unwilling to confess at first, what 
had brought him after us so soon. He had tried to 
forget himself among the debris of a mattress on the 
cabin floor, when he heard a sound from Mr. Wilson’s 
to find 
better, 
stronger, 
quence, 
guitar, sad and flowing in all its unearthly harmonies. 
He was sure he was awake, for he ran for it on the 
instant, and the proof was, he had left his coat behind 
him. The harp of iEolus had not been dreamed of in 
Bill’s philosophy. 
I was glad, when I 
reached the sick-station, 
things so much 
Everybody was 
and, as a conse- 
more cheerful. 
They had learned house¬ 
keeping, with its courtesies 
as well as comforts. Their 
kotluk would have done 
credit to Aningnah herself: 
they had a dish of tea 
for us, and a lump of wal¬ 
rus; and they bestirred 
themselves real housewife- 
fashion, to give us the warm place and make us com¬ 
fortable. I was right sorry to leave them, for the snow 
outside was drifting with the gale; but alter a little 
while the dogs struck the track of the sledges, And, fol¬ 
lowing it with unerring instinct, did not slacken their 
KOTLUK. 
