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THE FAREWELL. 
Whitey, our representative dogs through very mam- 
trials. I could not part with them, the leaders of my 
team; I have them still. 
But Nualik, the poor mother, had something still 
to remind me of. She had accompanied us throughout 
the transit of Etah Bay, with her boy Accomodah, 
waiting anxiously for the moment when the Arst salt 
water would enable me to fulfil my promised exorcisa- 
tion of the demon in his stomach. There was no 
alternative now but to fulfil the pledge with faithful 
ceremony. The boy was taken to the water’s edge, 
and his exorbitant little nangali faithfully embrocated 
in the presence of both his parents. I could not speak 
my thanks in their language, but I contributed my 
scantj- stock of silk shirts to the poor little sufferer,—for 
such he was,—and I blessed them for their humanitv 
to us with a fervor of heart which from a better 
man might peradventure have carried a blessing along 
with it. 
And now it only remained for us to make our fare¬ 
well to these desolate and confiding people. I gathered 
them round me on the ice-beach, and talked to them 
as brothers for whose kindness I had still a return to 
make. I told them what I knew of the tribes from 
which they were separated by the glacier and the sea, 
of the resources that abounded in those less ungenial 
regions not very far off to the south, the greater dura¬ 
tion of daylight, the less intensity of the cold, the 
facilities of the hunt, the frequent drift-wood, the 
kayak, and the fishing-net. I tried to explain to them 
