But, as I have said, my Eskimos know who built or even who has occupied an igloo, with the same instinct by which migratory birds recognize their old nests of the preceding year; and I have traveled these arctic wastes so long and lived so long with these instinctive children of Nature that my sense of location is almost as keen as their own.
At midnight we came upon pieces of a sledge which Egingwah had abandoned on the way up, and at three o'clock in the morning of the 19th we reached the MacMillan-Goodsell return igloos.

We had covered Henson's three pioneer marches in fifteen and one-half hours of travel.
[Illustration: BREAKING CAMP.

PUSHING THE SLEDGES UP TO THE TIRED DOGS] Another dog played out that day and was shot, leaving me with thirty.

At the end of this march we could see the mountains of Grant Land in the far distance to the south, and the sight thrilled us.

It was like a vision of the shores of the home land to sea-worn mariners.
Again, the next day, we made a double march.