sm THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE KARLUK 
coast. The two young men who owned them were 
fine, tall fellows, somewhat resembling North 
American Indians; they had been out with their 
reindeer in all weathers during the winter, some¬ 
times, the baron told me, for three days in succes¬ 
sion, and their faces were burned almost black with 
cold and exposure. They were very hospitable 
and, as they had just cooked some reindeer meat 
as we dropped in, they gave us an enjoyable meal. 
My appetite was beginning to come back and my 
throat, in spite of the rain and fog, was better. 
Refreshed and reassured as to our progress we 
started on our way again, crossing the ice of St. 
Lawrence Bay and following its shores to the east. 
We then went across the land for several miles and 
out on to the ice in the mouth of Mechigme Bay. 
This journey was full of interest to me. I rode 
most of the time and could give myself up to the 
enjoyment of the wild country through which we 
were passing. The distance from East Cape to 
Emma Harbor is about the same as that from New 
York to Boston. We averaged four or five miles 
an hour. Our dog-drivers were skilful and knew 
what they were about; their conversation was unin¬ 
telligible to me but I had every confidence in their 
ability. 
One of our drivers was about four feet tall; in an 
Anglo-Saxon community, I suppose, he would have 
