DOGS AND HUNTING 
to their style of sledge, are of the opinion that 
the new style will prove too much for one man 
and an ordinary team to handle, but we have 
given both kinds a fair trial and it looks as 
if the new type has the old beaten by a good 
margin. 
The hunting is not going along as success- 
fully as is desired. The sun is sinking lower 
and lower, and the different hunting parties 
return with poor luck, bringing to the ship 
nothing in some cases, and in others only a few 
hares and some fish. 
The Commander has told me that it is im- 
perative that fresh meat be secured, and now 
that I have done all that it is positively neces- 
sary for me to do here at the ship, I am to take 
a couple of the Esquimo boys and try my luck 
for musk-oxen or reindeer, so to-morrow, early 
in the morning, it is off on the hunt. 
This from my diary: Eight days out and 
not a shot, not a sight of game, nothing. The 
night is coming quickly, the long months of 
darkness, of quiet and cold, that, in spite of 
my years of experience, I can never get used 
to; and up here at Sheridan it comes sooner 
and lasts longer than it does down at Etah 
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