Thursday Feb. 19 Home again. Only six teams made my own coming in first. There was a regular blizzard at our backs all the way from Koh-man-nitz. As we came around Sunrise Point and encountered wind from Salt Valley, dogs and sledges were blowing bodily across the ice. With our heads buried in the top of our load we yelled ourselves hoarse waving them on. All was excitement when they heard us coming over the ice foot thinking that one of the white men had died thus accounting for our return. The dogs covered the distance in fine style and seem to be in excellent condition feeding on human remains while 7 year of the Eskimos.