If this region as far north as Upernavik, or even as the Devil's Thumb as far at the southern limit of Melville Bay, were as well known to the traveling public as the coast of Norway, it would be visited every summer by tourists from America and they would be delighted with their experiences. The wind died out and flat calm settled upon us half-way across of sound the broad entrance to Disco Bay and at half after ten in the evening of 4 August I went to my room thinking that we should not reach the harbor of Godhavn, Disco, that night, where we were to make our first stop in Greenland. Soon, hhowever, the engineer called me say- ing that the captain wanted me to