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among the Esquimaux is the never-unheeded call of 
distress; but the rascal, after seducing us a mile and a 
half out of our way, escaped our guns. 
Our boats entered a little patch of open water that 
conducted us to the beach, directly below one of the 
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BROTHER JOHN’S GLACIER. 
hanging glaciers. The interest with which these ini- 
pressed me when I was turning back from my Beechy 
Island effort was justified very fully by what I saw of 
them now. It seemed as if a caldron ot ice inside the 
coast-ridge was boiling over, and throwing its crust in 
