They were an imposing procession as they started northwest along the ice-foot, the sledges going one behind the other.

It was a beautiful day--clear, calm, and sunny,--and we could hear, when they were a long distance away, the shouts of the Eskimo drivers, "_Huk, huk, huk_," "_Ash-oo_," "_How-eh_," the cracking of the whips, and the crisp rustle and creaking of the sledges over the snow.
It is often asked how we keep warm when riding on the sledges.

We do not ride, save in rare instances.

We walk, and when the going is hard we have to help the dogs by lifting the sledges over rough places.
The first party returned the same day with the empty sledges, and the next day two Eskimo hunting parties came in with three deer, six hares, and two eider ducks.

Neither party had seen any tracks of musk-oxen.