Show july la its north Green tani t the fierce july sun un though but a little past the northern meridian but down upon me with oppressive warto warmth tb before me ins the warm red brown lua cape wavered and hemblen in the tb below light behind me towered the tb blinding white alopez the ice bt bo neath my teet feet the atone stones were bar bare even of lichens and had a dry gray look as it if they were the he bone bones of a dead deal world and anti yet I 1 felt that wh so 0 o touch tanch ot of warmth and rie liness ol 01 coloring there must id ba life sol an a enoich hardly bad I 1 gone a yards from the edge of the ice when a beautiful tal little black and whit white sout star ter flattered fluttered up from behind a rock hovered singing almost within reach above my ray head end AO then a bleak tone stone but a few feet distant dut antto to finish bis big merry song ai As I 1 went on number ot of abet buntings ban tings flitted about me bad lea I 1 gone a mile befogs vy heart beat at the sight of traces of music musk oxen As A I 1 got fulche away froia from the ice and in the let of tin gig gigantic antio moraines and of gaael debris flower began to appear xa pa W tie and nd white and yellow wamon among wa mcever my ever present brilliant yellow triba 4 the arctic poppy froia frota northward north over the great ice by obert robert r L peary U 8 if |