322 THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE KARLUK 
storm which was already growing severe the whole 
party would have migrated that very day to a point 
on the north side of the island where, if they had 
to stay through another winter, as seemed not un¬ 
likely, they would have a fresh supply of drift¬ 
wood to draw on. Their camp at Waring Point 
was in bad shape. Their tents were wearing out, 
their food supply was scanty and they had only 
forty rounds of ammunition left with which to pro¬ 
vide themselves with food during the coming winter. 
To save their cartridges they had lived as far as 
possible on birds’ eggs, fish which they caught 
through the ice and gulls which they obtained by 
angling for them on the cliffs with hook and line, 
a form of bird-hunting without a shot-gun. The 
rescue, both here and at Rodgers Harbor, was 
effected just in time. 
Leaving a message for whatever ship might fol¬ 
low them here, the Waring Point party joined their 
companions from Rodgers Harbor on the King 
and Winge and the rescue was complete. The 
little Eskimo girl brought on board the black cat 
which had already had so many vicissitudes that 
it was a wonder that it had any of its nine lives still 
left to draw on. Here, as at Rodgers Harbor, 
the tents were left standing. The party brought 
with them the three surviving dogs,—all that were 
left out of the twenty that were still living when 
