. A voyage to the arctic in the whaler Aurora. Sound. May 28th. Wednesday. We had a day racingwith the Bea7\ She managed to pass us just be-fore we reached Browns Island, and hooked on tothe floe some distance from us. After a little, theNariulial joined us, and later the and I went off in our dingey and had afew pleasant hours shooting looms. We shot alot of them, which were divided between the twoships. It took me some time to overcome a preju-dice and to become accustomed to seeing looms onthe table in any shape or form, but they werereally much better than any ducks we k
. A voyage to the arctic in the whaler Aurora. Sound. May 28th. Wednesday. We had a day racingwith the Bea7\ She managed to pass us just be-fore we reached Browns Island, and hooked on tothe floe some distance from us. After a little, theNariulial joined us, and later the and I went off in our dingey and had afew pleasant hours shooting looms. We shot alot of them, which were divided between the twoships. It took me some time to overcome a preju-dice and to become accustomed to seeing looms onthe table in any shape or form, but they werereally much better than any ducks we killed, be-cause they were not at all fishy and our cook un-derstood about skinning them. They tastedrather like roast hare. During the afternoon, the weather was thickand it was snowing. The coast of Greenland, atthis point, was fringed by hundreds of islands ofall sizes and shapes. They were everywhere andsome had names while others had not. One navi-gated there by rule of thumb, only moving whenlandmarks could be seen, and avoiding visible. 1 < 1 u 1 Lr^ _JI r ~ III W^
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