Show july in orth north greenland the fierce july sun though but a lit tie past the northern meridian beat down upon me with oppressive warmth before me the warm red brown land wavered and trembled in the yel low light behind me we towered the blind ing white slope of the ice beneath my feet the tones were bare even of lichens and had a dry gray look ag as it if they were the bones of a dead world and yet I 1 felt that with so much of warmth and richness of coloring there must be life and gore sure enough hardly bad I 1 gone yards from the edge of the ice when a beautiful little black and white whits songster fluttered up from behind a rock hovered singing al almost most within reach above my head bead and then settled upon a bleak stone but a few feet die tant to finish his merry song As I 1 went on numbers of those these snow buntings bun tings flitted flirted about me and hardly had bad I 1 gone a mile before my heart beart beat quicker at the sight of traces of musk oien oxen an I 1 got farther away from the th ice fee and in the lee of the gigantic mo raines and tumuli tumult of glacial debris flowers floers iegan to appear purple and white ani yellow among them my brilliant yellow friend the arctic poppy peary s hort hward over the great ice |