"He is getting away from us. But this was immediately dispelled by his writing to me and yelling "It's dead!" I inquired why he fired three times to which he made answer, "We were both undressed, it was blowing and drifting and I was afraid he would get away. So I thought I had better smash him all up!" In two hours he had er shinned, fed to the dogs, and was back in his bag. It continued to blow and drift, persuading me at first to remain at this camp, but I have decided to go on for a few hours anyway.