Not only that, but it is the first of all luxuries and the one upon which nearly all others depend." When, a little later, Cabot lay so close to the blaze that his sleeping bag caught on fire, and he burned his hands in putting it out, White laughingly asked: "What do you think of your luxury now ?" "I think," was the reply, "that it proves itself the greatest of luxuries by punishing over-indulgence in it with the greatest amount of pain." "Umph!" remarked Yim, who was listening, "Big fire, goot.

Baby fire, more goot.

Innuit yamp mos' goot of any." "Oh, pshaw!" retorted Cabot, "your sooty little lamp isn't in it with a blaze like that." On the third day of their journey the party had skirted the edge of the timber for several hours, when all at once Yim held his head high with dilated nostrils.

At the same time it was noticed that the dogs were also sniffing eagerly.
"What is it, Yim ?" "Fire.

Injin fire," was the reply.
"I'd like to know how you can tell an Indian fire from any other," said Cabot.