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LIFE WITH THE ESQUIMAUX.
fixed features before me. Rut the scene I cannot now dwell upon.
"I turn to the simple record of my investigations of whatever might lead to a conjecture of the time of this woman's death, and other incidents relating thereto.
"SHE MOVED NOT, SHE ANSWERED NOT TO MY CALL."
"At the immediate entrance to the igloo—within the igloo—was a drift of snow reaching from the base to the dome. This snow had found its way in by a crevice not larger than
