Nome tri-weekly nugget., 1919-03-05

" W6ONGS6ST WI letter was written December q. 1918 and in addition to providing a graphic glimpse of the far North, also conveys some interesting information concern ing the Stefansson exploration party headed by Storker Storkerson. which was reported endeavoring to cross the polar sea on the ice in the hope of discovering further new lands in tre region between Prince Patrick Lard and the Siberian coast. Mir Van Nalin writes as fellows:
 Tn the course of human events. We anticipate hearing soon through the mails of the doings of the big Out side, and in return we would again acquaint you by way of remembrance that we are still .here."
 Talk about power! 1 only wish that the Allies had some of the double distilled quintessence of what I saw wasted here today, to concentrate on the Kaiser and his outfit. They would be swept like leaf in whirl- wind, back to their native
 To behold the ice pack under rent bear down suddenly, close up all open water and butt bang jam shelve beneath; then climb over top; pile, fall, pile and continue to fall and pile: large cakes plunging and rising, bobbing, turning to regain their equili- brium, while great cracks rent in every direction in massive ice of great extending far ahead of the onrushing irrestableness, which a moments before was a vast, placid field of more or less level ice extend ing hundreds of miles up and down Ter to ssaward with nothing to o"ta.E it's perfect solitude except the tapping of the swels against it's windward side. Is an ocular demonstration which is not soon to be forgotten. Look out. there's something doing! step high. wide and pretty and be quick about it. The land floe is suddenly go- ing to pieces everywhere: piling as high as the Capitol dome at points of greatest resistance. then forming new pressure ridges in weaker places be- yond.
 Forty degrees minus has put the gingle into salt water ice-deep in- tonations, shrill scfeeches and screams, crunching. grinding, sroan- ing. make music of melancholy sort, and reverberates from every quarter in degree ranging from highest to lowest pitch.
 The mystery of this Arctic life is often punctuated with the unforeseen and undesirable. A few days ago q brave little Eskimo woman and baby. were left in charge of their hunting and trapping igloo. While the hus- band was away looking after his traps, hungry Polar bear confronted her while she was emptying q pail. She rushed inside the igloo and the bear appeared at the gut skylight on top of the igloo. about to come through and make meal of them.
 She grasped a rifle and shot. When Pawyaura returned in the evening he saw the bear lying outside the igloo and thought it had eaten his wife and baby and was taking sleep. He fin- ally ventured to the top of the igloo and had he not called down in time, the little wife-wllo is only four feet high-would have shot him. Not knowing that she had killed the bear. she thought it was returning.
 Bear are more numerous this year. One passed within a few yards of our house in broad daylight recently. I blessed myself for not remaining home that day, not withstanding that kill led three seal. There was not good hunter in the village. so Mister Bruin took in the sights at his leisure and passed on without puncture.
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