June 18 Point Barrow, Alaska from falling through. There is no separate pouch for the younger, apparently, but it does have a ruff of its own. The arrangement seems to be such that the child can be nursed without removing to the outside cold air. I should pride that it is inside its own parka, accounting for the separate ruff. Several of the white youth flock with the eskimo in similar costume, which is only natural. They seemed relaxed, happy, and at home with their playmates. After all there is nothing like being practical. With the blanket still in constant action at 11:30 we left, although many of the base personnel stayed. It had cloaked up when fog drifted from off the ocean. The party went on until after 2, with the dancing starting past 12. Everyone agreed that it was indeed a successful whole feast. The dancing I was told, was done somewhat along the lines of programmed activity, with each whale crew leader taking part in turn. These old traditions seem to be dying out in the younger generations, with dilution of the native stock, and with the creeping in of north temperate civilization. Whether whale blubber can be successfully mixed with Coca Cola at one meal is still to be seen.