Notwithstanding the uncertain light, we made short work of this herd.
Again I pitched the tent and prepared supper, while my brown friends paid their final respects to the musk-oxen on the bluff.

It is necessary to eviscerate these animals as soon as they are killed, otherwise the excessive heat of the great shaggy bodies will cause the meat to become tainted.

When the three Eskimos came down to the tent the darkness was already upon us--a promise of the long black night to come.
The next day we completed the circuit of the western shore of the Inlet, then started on a bee line for Sail Harbor, making this a forced march.
At Sail Harbor we found a note from Bartlett, showing that he had passed there the previous day on his way back from Cape Columbia to the ship.
There we camped again; and in the morning, while the men were breaking camp and lashing up the sledges, I started with the very first rays of the morning light across the peninsula towards James Ross Bay.

As I crested the divide, I saw--down on the shore of the Bay--a group of dark spots which were clearly recognized as a camp; and a little later I sang out to the party, which comprised the divisions of Bartlett, Goodsell, and Borup.
By the time the sleepy-eyed, stiff figures of the three men--who, as I soon learned, had been asleep only an hour or so--emerged from the tents, my sledges and Eskimos were close at my heels.

I can see now the bulging eyes of the men, and particularly of young Borup, when they saw the sledge loads of shaggy skins.