Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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ind, and here we slept until the stormabated and the weather enabled us to re-sume our journey. When we started again the glarewas terrible. I no longer removed myglasses when I slept, for without themthe intense light penetrated through thelids and burned the eyeballs. Three ofthe Eskimos became snow blind, and astemporary relief I dropped a solution ofcocaine into their eyes. Presently we missed one of the sledgesand I turned back to search for it. Ifound the driver lying face down acrosshis load, unable to open his eyes. Hehad abandoned himself to his sufferingand to whatever fate might befall, whilethe dogs, unnoticed, stood about withtangled traces. Traveling grew steadily worse, andsix miles from Annootok the ice barrierbecame practically impassable with hereand there open leads of water which lednorthward. Five hours were consumedin opening a road and getting aroundleads; then half our load was abandonedand for several more hours we laboredthrough that six miles of ice. The ef-
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Copyright, iQOg, by HeEDUCATING A YOUNG MUSK OX TO A CONDENSED MILK DIET. forts of the Eskimos were little short ofsuperhuman. Finally the obstacle wasovercome, and we found ourselves safelyand thankfully back at Annootok. The tireless men at once returned forthe abandoned goods, while I devotedmyself to making the little musk ox com-fortable. The hard traveling, the storm,and the unnatural conditions had wornupon her. She was very weak and quiteill. I built a box house shelter for her,wrapped her in a blanket, and did every-thing in my power to save her, but later,in spite of nursing and coddling, the poorlittle thing died. During the great num-ber of miles that I had carried her in myarms we had become greatly attached toeach other, and her loss grieved me morethan I can say. After an absence of six hours, thekomatiks returned with the abandonedtrophies. Unfortunately the tips ofsome of the horns had been cracked bycoming in contact with rough ice. Theskins were wet, and before I pe

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