THE BIGGEST GAME IN THE ARCTIC We slept splendidly on that banquet, and, breaking out early the next morning, we passed up the ice of Porter Bay to its head, then, taking to the land, crossed the five-mile-wide isthmus which separates Porter Bay from the head of James Ross Bay.

Every foot of this route was familiar to me and rich with memories.

Reaching the other side, we descended to the ice again and made rapid progress along the western shore.

The dogs were lively and well-fed, trotting along with tails and ears erect; the weather was good, and the sun, now low on the horizon, cast long, fantastic shadows on the ice from every man and dog.
Suddenly the quick eyes of Egingwah spied a moving speck on the slope of the mountain to our left.

"_Tooktoo_," he cried, and the party came to an instant standstill.