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I followed him and we entered his aranga to¬ 
gether. Cold as it was outside, the air inside was very 
warm, too warm for comfort. There were a good 
many people there. Talking with my host as best 
I could I learned that at one time he had lived at 
East Cape and had met some of the whalers there 
in the days when Arctic whaling was still a big 
industry; he had been aboard of them and knew 
their names. 
“Me know Karluk” he said, in reply to a ques¬ 
tion of mine. “Me on board Karluk when she 
whale/’ 
He was surprised to think that we were on a 
whaling voyage and I explained to him by the 
chart what we were trying to do and where we had 
been when the ship went down. He understood a 
good deal of what I told him and was able to under¬ 
stand a little of Kataktovick’s language, but I 
could see that he was much surprised when he 
realized that we had walked all the way from Ship¬ 
wreck Camp to get to the land. He seemed to 
have an idea that this was a great feat. I ex¬ 
plained to him that Kataktovick was with me and 
built our igloos and killed seal and bear, and that 
an Eskimo and a white man could live indefinitely 
on the ice. 
While we were talking and I was having some 
tea and seal meat the first of the two Russians that 
