Wood.
Tyma, Good.
Mai, Good.
Negga-mai, Not good.
Na-mick, No.
Abb, Yes.
Singipok, Sleep.
Kayak, A canoe.
Coonee, A kiss.
Cobloo-nak, An Englishman.
Pee-o mee-wanga, I want.
Aunay, Far off.
Ye-meck, Water.
Hennelay, A woman.
We-we, A white goose.
Muck-mhameek, A knife.
Kolipsut, A lamp.
Pussay, A seal.
Awak, A walrus.
Ka-ka! Go 'long! St-'boy!
Oomiak, A large boat.
Oomiak-sook, A ship.
Kannau-weet-ameg, A dart.
Kina? What is it? What's that?
Twau-ve! Begone! Leave!

CHAPTER XV.

Winter at Hand.--We hold a Serious Council.--"Cold! oh, how
Cold!"--A Midnight Gun.--The Return of "The Curlew."--"A
J'yful 'Casion."--A Grand Distribution of Presents.--Good-by
to the Husky Girls.--A Singular Savage Song.--We All get
Sentimental.--Adieu to "Isle Aktok."--Homeward Bound.--We
engage "The Curlew" and her Captain for Another Year.

Aug. 11.--Water froze last night nearly half an inch of ice. It seemed
like December in our home latitude. All day the sky was hazy and cold,
with driving mists. The wind blew from the north and north-west almost
continually. A fortnight had made a great change in the weather.
Summer seemed to be fast merging into winter. During the afternoon and
evening we held a serious "council of war;" for all hope of the return
of "The Curlew" was now well-nigh abandoned. After some discussion, it
was voted to stay here on the island during the winter, rather than
attempt either to get out of the straits in our boat, or reach Nain
overland. During the morning _Shug-la-wina_ had come to our tent, and
pointed to the _oomiak_ then off to the southward. We knew that it was
to urge us to allow them to depart southward into Labrador. The
question now arose with us, Should we allow them to go according to
their habit? Raed thought we ought to let them go, and not subject
them to the peril of a winter passed here on the island; but Kit and
Wade opposed this pro