CHAPTER XIII.
More Salt .-- Some Big Hailstones .-- A Bright Aurora .-- The Lookout .-- An _Oomiak_ heaves in Sight .-- The Huskies land on a Neighboring Island .-- Shall we join them ?--A Bold, Singular, not to say Infamous, Proposition from Kit .-- Some Sharp Talk .-- Kit's Project carried by Vote.
During the 29th, 30th, and 31st (Sunday) of the month, we were employed much as upon the 27th; viz., boiling for salt, and egging along the cliffs.

We wanted to get as much salt on hand as possible; and, by untiring industry, succeeded in getting about a quart ahead.
But to do this we had been obliged to keep up a smart fire, which had consumed nearly all the walrus-blubber from both carcasses.

Where to get the next supply of fuel was an open question.

No more sea-horses had showed themselves.

We concluded that this pair were all that had been in the vicinity.
On the night of the 31st, a terrible storm of wind, thunder, and hail, swept across the straits from the north-west.