AT ETAH \ 
hands were on deck and on the lookout, for it ! 
was here that we were again to come in touch j 
with the world we had left behind a year be- : 
fore. A large number of Esquimos were ; 
running up and down the shore, but there was ] 
no sign of the expected ship. Quickly a | 
boat was lowered, and I saw to it that I was j 
a member of the crew of that boat, and when ; 
we reached the beach the first person to greet \ 
me was old Panikpah, greasy, smiling, and I 
happy as if I were his own son. I quickly \ 
recognized my old friend Pooadloonah, who | 
greeted me with a merry laugh, and my mis- ; 
givings as to the fate of this precious pair 
were dispelled. If you will remember, .\ 
Panikpah and Pooadloonah were the two \ 
Esquimos who found, when on our Poleward \ 
journey, just about the time we had struck j 
the "Big Lead," that there were a couple of j 
fox-traps, or something like that, that they 
had forgotten to attend to, and that it was 
extremely necessary for them to go back and 
square up their accounts. Here they were, 
fat, smiKng, and healthy; and I apprehend 
somewhat surprised to see us, but they bluffed 
it out well. 
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