As interpreter, they had Matt Henson.

Sometimes, looking down from the bridge of the ship onto the main deck, I would see one of these new men surrounded by a group of Eskimos, gesticulating and laughing, and I knew that a language lesson was in progress.

The women were delighted at the opportunity to teach Borup the Eskimo words for jacket, hood, boots, sky, water, food, et cetera, as they seemed to be of the opinion that he was a fine boy.
The _Roosevelt_ lay quietly in open water all night on the 24th of August, but in the forenoon of the 25th steamed northward nearly to Cape Union.

Beyond there the ice was densely packed.

I climbed up into the rigging to take a look but, finding no suitable shelter, decided to turn back to Lincoln Bay, where we made the ship fast between two grounded ice floes.