68 THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE KARLUK 
all helped, was not the kind that had the apparent 
zest of hunting or exploration in it, but called for 
patient investigation and, always, hard labor. It 
was a great pity that we were unable to save the 
things his dredging brought up. 
On the twenty-second my thoughts turned 
towards Boston and Cambridge, for I knew that 
this was the day of the Harvard-Yale football 
game, which I had attended so many times. I 
wondered who would win and as the afternoon wore 
on I thought of what must be taking place on 
Soldiers’ Field and of the life and activity in the 
hotels of Boston the night after the game. 
I looked back and remembered some of the 
things that had happened when I had seen games 
in the past and wondered when I should see an¬ 
other. I recalled how I went down to Yew Haven 
the day before the game in 1910 and went into the 
country to the Yale headquarters and talked to 
the team on our North Pole trip of the previous 
year to take their minds off their troubles. And I 
remembered, too, how George Bor up took the news 
of the 1908 game when we got our mail for the 
first time in over a year on our way home in the 
Roosevelt from the North Pole trip in the late sum¬ 
mer of 1909. He and MacMillan occupied the 
same cabin and were eagerly looking over their 
letters when suddenly Borup began to cry out in 
