Alan slept soundly for several hours, but the long strain of the preceding day did not make him overreach the time he had set for himself, and he was up at six o'clock.

Wegaruk had not forgotten her old habits, and a tub filled with cold water was waiting for him.

He bathed, shaved himself, put on fresh clothes, and promptly at seven was at breakfast.

The table at which he ordinarily sat alone was in a little room with double windows, through which, as he enjoyed his meals, he could see most of the habitations of the range.

Unlike the average Eskimo dwellings they were neatly built of small timber brought down from the mountains, and were arranged in orderly fashion like the cottages of a village, strung out prettily on a single street.