Before our slower teams got to the shore, Ooblooyah had reached the top of the slope, and he signaled us to go around, as the land was an island.
When we reached the other side, we found where the bear had descended to the ice again and kept on across the remaining width of the fiord to the western shore, followed by Ooblooyah and his dogs.
A most peculiar circumstance, commented on by Egingwah as we flew along, was that this bear, contrary to the custom of bears in Eskimo land, did not stop when the dogs reached him, but kept right on traveling.

This to Egingwah was almost certain proof that the great devil himself--terrible Tornarsuk--was in that bear.

At the thought of chasing the devil, my sledge companion grew even more excited.
On the other side of the island the snow was deeper and our progress slower, and when we reached the western shore of the fiord, up which, as on the island, we had seen from a distance the bear and Ooblooyah's dogs slowly climbing, both we and our dogs were pretty well winded.

But we were encouraged by hearing the barking of the free dogs up somewhere among the cliffs.

This meant that the bear had at last been brought to bay.