E. Sayres and all - we who left Etah yesterday, camping over on the way. From the foot of the river valley we went across country over rocks, boulders, sand and a little down to the ice cap. Darkness and a mist compelled us to come about 6 o'clock. It was certainly picturesque. Two fat fires in the shelter of walls of snow-blocks threw out long shadows of dogs, sledges, and men, women, and children, all busy unfastening and getting up the three tents. When the tents were illuminated and grimus elves going full blast with the project of a hot supper the long hard rocky climb was forgotten. Supper over it was surprise young and old engaged in a game, blind man's buff! O blind man's Buff on the Greenland icecap in the dark, with temperature