Here bloom poppies, with dandelions, buttercups, and saxifrage, though to the best of my knowledge the flowers are all devoid of perfume.

I have seen bumblebees even north of Whale Sound; there are flies and mosquitoes, and even a few spiders.
Among the fauna of this country are the reindeer (the Greenland caribou), the fox--both blue and white--the arctic hare, the Polar bear, and perhaps once in a generation a stray wolf.
But in the long sunless winter this whole region--cliffs, ocean, glaciers--is covered with a pall of snow that shows a ghastly gray in the wan starlight.

When the stars are hidden, all is black, void, and soundless.

When the wind is blowing, if a man ventures out he seems to be pushed backward by the hands of an invisible enemy, while a vague, unnamable menace lurks before and behind him.

It is small wonder the Eskimos believe that evil spirits walk upon the wind.
During the winter these patient and cheerful children of the North live in igloos, or huts, built of stones and earth.