"Well, shall we haul the seals over in the morning, and then go home to see if we've got any silvers in the traps ?" "I suppose so," agreed Bobby, regretfully.

"It's hard to leave this fine hunting, but I suppose there'll be good hunting till the ice goes out, and anyway we've got all we can use." So with break of day on Friday they loaded their sledges, and all that day hauled seals to their cache, and when night came and they returned in the dark to the _sena igloo_, some seals still remained to be hauled on Saturday.
But the sun did not show himself on Saturday morning, for the sky was heavily overcast, and before they reached Itigailit Island with the first load of seals snow was falling and the wind was rising.

They hurried with all their might, for it was evident a storm was about to break with the fury of the North, and out on the open ice field, where the wind rides unobstructed and unbridled, these storms reach terrible proportions.
So they pushed the dogs back to the _sena_ at the fastest gait to which they could urge them.

Skipper Ed and Jimmy were in advance and had Skipper Ed's _komatik_ loaded with the larger proportion of the remaining seals, and were lashing the load into place, when Bobby arrived.
"I've got a heavier load than yours will be, so I'll go on with it," Skipper Ed shouted as Bobby drove up.

"There are only two small ones left for you, and the cooking outfit and your snow knives in the _igloo_.