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chase on the ice to pull up with my arms and the 
seal weighed about a hundred pounds. I managed 
to lift it out of the water far enough to get its hind 
flipper in my teeth, and then Kataktovick hauled 
us back. When I got up a little way he passed 
me a rope and I jabbed a hole in the flipper and 
passed the rope through. I was then able to let go 
with my teeth, sprang up with the rope in my hand 
and dragged the seal up on to the level ice. We 
skinned it and cut it up and put as much of the 
meat on the sledge as we could carry, giving the 
dogs a very little. We could have got more seal 
here but one was all we could take. Our food 
consisted very largely of frozen bear meat and seal 
meat now, eaten raw because we had no time to 
cook it. This saved our pemmican. 
About noon we ferried over the lead and found 
the going so good on the other side that when, 
travelling as long as possible to make the most of 
it, we built our igloo after dark, we had made at 
least nine miles south of the point where we started 
our day’s march, though the long tramp along the 
lead had made our total distance travelled con¬ 
siderably more than that. 
