206 THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE KARLUK 
The first thing the Eskimo saw when we reached 
the land* was the trail of a single sledge along the 
tundra. 
“Ardegar (that’s good),” he said; “Eskimo come 
here.” 
I asked him if it was Siberia and he said it was. 
“Where we go?” I asked. 
Without a moment’s hesitation he pointed to the 
east. 
A snowstorm had already begun, while we were 
still on the march, and it was now coming on with 
rapidly increasing violence, so we set to work at 
once and in half an hour had an igloo built, and a 
shelter for our dogs, now reduced to four. When 
we got inside the igloo we made tea, boiled some 
of the bear meat we had with us and ate until we 
could eat no more. Then we turned in. It seemed 
pretty good to sleep on land again. 
