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as the interpreter Joe from there said he obtained his wife thus. He [strikethrough]no[/strikethrough](this interpreter who was with the Corwin in early part of season) told us that although he is a coastman now yet he has a herd of 10 deer in the hills at Markns Bay & that if he has no bad luck he hopes to be the owner of a large herd in time & then he is a full fledged "Reindeer Chukchee" Disease & famine among the deer herd often reduce a wealthy deer man to poverty in a season Joe told us that it was very bad to sell a live deer from a herd and if this should be done the rest will all die- Joe noted a slight shade of amusement on some of our faces & said "Perhaps you think it is not so but I know it is." "I [strikethrough] hear [/strikethrough] seen dam fool sell one deer and all rest die" plenty times" so we were convinced August 3rd Dense fog all the am and we lay too with the Ridge out in 19 1/2 fathoms & blue mud which covers the sea bottom of nearly all this part of the Arctic. At 2.27 PM- the fog having lifted we [strikethrough] started ahead and rounding [/strikethrough] a point of dry ice steered due NW. magnetic heading directly for the mts on Wrangel Ld- Whose summits now & then hid in fog clouds & enshrouded in blue haze with only a few snow patches beckoned us on to [[?]] mysterious [[visinages?]]. About 4 PM- We entered the drift ice frequently consisting of heavy pieces
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