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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ered twenty-threemiles. The night was dark as pitch and thecold was intense, bitter, penetrating.My sleeping bag was too small for com-fort, my tent crowded with three occu-pants and very cold. All this broughthome to me the fact that an unpleasantexperience lay before me, comparativelyunaccustomed as I was at that time towinter traveling in the Arctic. How-ever, I promptly fell asleep and slept sosoundly and well that I scarcely realizedI had lain down when stirring Eskimosadvised me that it was time to be up. My oil stove lighted and my kettleover for tea, I went out of the tent torun up and down on the ice for fifteenminutes to get my blood to circulating.In all my life I had never beheld such amorning, nor such a combination ofdreary desolation and wonderful beauty. The waning moon was very near toearth. A multitude of stars shone froma deep-blue sky with a brilliancy I hadnever before witnessed, and so close thatI fancied I could almost reach themwith my hand. Even the horizon 5H
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596 THE OUTING MAGAZINE seemed but a step away. Frost rimehung in the air like a transparent veilof spun silver and the white expanse ofsnow and ice glistened in the starlightlike a world of crystal. Bacon and tea were my breakfast, andthen began an unbroken march of fifteenhours to a miserable camp under thecliffs at Cape Russell. North of CapeRussell an open lead of water, varyingin width from fifty to one hundredyards, was encountered, and for threemiles offshore it was followed before asuitable crossing place was found wherenew ice had bridged it. This ice wasvery thin and bent under the weight ofdogs and komatiks as we hurried overit, but did not break. Now rough ice, exceedingly difficultto negotiate, was encountered, and thedrivers made free use of their whips.It is remarkable how expert they are inhandling this weapon. It has a short,wooden handle and a sealskin lash,twenty to twenty-five feet in length, andthe Eskimos, who wield it equally wellin either hand, can cut with nev

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