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his two Eskimo. About thirty yards away from 
the camp was a high rafter which we used as an 
observatory; every now and then while it was light, 
I was in the habit of going up there. Keruk; who 
was naturally anxious for the return of her hus¬ 
band, used to go up there, too, and as she had good 
eyesight I often asked her to go up and take a 
look. 
Just before dark on the third—that is, about four 
o’clock—when we were most of us indoors, sewing 
or getting ready for dinner, Breddy came in and 
said that he believed Mamen was coming. We 
all rushed out. Keruk was up on the rafter but it 
was already too dark to see far. I could hear the 
dogs barking, however, and the voice of Katak- 
tovick shouting to them. It was glorious. I ran 
down the trail and met the returning party coming 
along at a good pace. “Well done, Norway!” I 
shouted, shaking Mamen’s hand and patting him 
on the back. 
They came in to the camp, greeted with cheers, 
and we rushed them in and filled them up with hot 
coffee and biscuit. It was about dinner time and 
we put off dinner for about half an hour. The 
dogs, too, were hungry but I was ready for them 
with some pemmican and seal meat all cut up the 
day before and I fed them myself. 
Nothing was said of their trip until after the 
