After tracing the shores of the bay for three miles and a half further
north to latitude 68° 18' N., longitude by account 88° 26' W., we left
the coast and proceeded over land in a north-north-west direction.
Walking became more difficult, and the snow was too soft to support the
sledges, the ice on the runners of which was now entirely worn off. A
mile's walk brought us to a small river with high mud banks, and frozen
to the bottom: it is named A-ma-took by the natives, and takes its rise
from a lake of the same name about a day's journey west of us. We next
passed between two elevations covered with limestone. I ascended that on
the right-hand or to the east of us, it being the highest and having two
columns of limestone, the one fourteen, the other nine feet high, at its
western extremity. There were many places here denuded of snow, showing
that the sun had already acquired great power. At noon we were in
latitude 68° 22' 19'' N., variation of the compass 79° 35' W. An hour
after, we reached a small lake, where we halted on account of our dogs
being quite knocked up, although we had only advanced twelve miles; I
therefore ordered a hut to be built that we might afford the dogs time
to recruit, and also have the sledge-runners put in order. We found the
ice on the lake 4 feet 8 inches thick, but we were disappointed to find
that there were no fish to be caught. We here enjoyed water ad libitum,
a luxury that had been rather sparingly dealt out for the last few days.
Ivitchuk drank as much as would have satisfied an ox. The thermometer in
the evening was 9° below zero. A few tracks of foxes were here seen, but
no signs of deer or musk-oxen. This part of the country appeared
miserably barren in every respect.
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