THE RESCUE FROM WRANGELL ISLAND 315 
None of the three could well be spared. Breddy 
had been a careful and efficient worker in all the 
struggles we had gone through since the storm had 
carried us away in the previous September. 
Mamen was a great companion, indoors or out; he 
especially excelled in all athletic sports that de¬ 
manded fearlessness and endurance, and he was, 
besides this, a devoted and helpful associate. At 
one time, in fact, I had had it in mind to send him 
to the Siberian coast with Eataktovick in my stead, 
if the injury to his knee-cap had not incapacitated 
him, and, if he had been able to start on such a 
journey, I feel confident that he would have made 
it or died in the attempt. Malloch was an ideal 
man for an exploring expedition like ours, brought 
face to face by circumstances with conditions that 
were calculated to test to the utmost a man’s real 
nature, for he was not only fully equipped in his 
own special field of science but beyond all that he 
was one of the most self-sacrificing men with whom 
it has ever been my lot to be thrown into intimate 
contact. If his task for the moment happened to 
be something connected with his own work as a 
scientist, he performed it as a matter of course, and 
if it happened to be sweeping the floor or doing 
any other odd job that needed to be done, he did 
that equally as a matter of course, without the 
slightest thought of self or any other idea in mind 
