A DAY'S HUNTING AMONG THE ESKIMOS.
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sounds between them, and the sea birds floating on the surface seem double their natural size. The kaiaks cut their way forward, side by side, making only a silent ripple; the paddles swing in an even rhythm, while the men keep up an unbroken stream
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of conversation, and now and then burst out into merry laughter. Bird-darts are thrown in sport, now by one, now by another, in order to keep eye and hand in practice. Presently an auk comes within range of one of them; the dart speeds through the air,
