Roy J. Snell

“ When at last, by signs and such native words as she knew, she indicated to her native friends that she was ready to return to East Cape, they stared at her in astonishment, and indicated by a diagram on the snow that they were now at a point three days' journey from that town; that none of them expected to return before the moon was again full.
No amount of gesturing and jabbering could make them understand that it was necessary for the girls to return at once.
"We'll never get back," Marion mourned in despair; "and it's all my fault." ”

“ Trailing a reindeer herd over hills and tundra; camping now in a clump of willows by the glistening ice of a stream, now beneath some shelving rock, and now on the open wind-swept tundra itself. Eating about an open fire, while the smoke curled from the top of the dome of the tepee-like igloo, they reveled in the strange wildness of it all. Here were a people who paid no rent, no taxes, owned no land, yet lived always in abundance. ”

“ These people were sometimes in need of simple remedies. For these they were singularly grateful. They, their women, and their children posed untiringly for sketches. But one thing Marion had not taken into consideration—these people seldom visited the village of East Cape. Although she did not know it, their herds were at this time feeding away from this trading metropolis of the straits region. Each day, while she seized every opportunity to sketch and hastened her work as much as she could, found them some ten miles farther from East Cape. ”