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 dream. As I lay on my skin couch they looked to be between eight and nine feet tall, while the leader was equal to three of the Broadway squad spliced together. In color and build they resembled our North American Indians, and were armed with whalebone bows and ivory-tipped spears of unnecessary length. After having feasted our eyes on the amiable, squat faces of the Innuits, they looked awfully fierce and unwholesome.

"‘It's not a dream! We've found 'em!' I cried, staggering to my feet.

"‘It's no dream,' groaned Tib; 'only they've found us. I wish, Billy, you were snugly eating ice-cream in the States.'

"One glance revealed the situation. All of our Innuits, except the brave-hearted and badly scared interpreter, had scented trouble in the night, and for fear of hurting our feelings had silently indulged in caitiff flight. The sons of Anak had evidently given no pursuit, being content with their two souvenirs from the States.

"Tib then regained his nerve, and straightening up his rotund form asked Emma, the interpreter, if he was heavy enough to flirt with the strangers' patois. We called him Emma as it was impossible to climb over the bristling hedge of consonants in his real name. He shivered and said he could nibble away at the edges and complete the job by