ESTABLISHED 1746 ROYAL COPENHAGEN PORCELAIN and DANISH ARTS, Inc. 563 FIFTH AVENUE, Near 46th St., NEW YORK ANNOUNCEMENT THE ROYAL COPENHAGEN POR- 563 FIFTH AVENUE (Near Forty-sixth Street) You are cordially invited to call When answering advertisements, please mention THE AMERICAN-SCANDINAVIAN Review CONTRIBUTORS TO THE MARCH-APRIL NUMBER CHRISTIAN LEDEN is a native of Norway. He gained his first experience of Arctic explorations in 1909 as a member of the expedition sent out by the Danish Government to West and North Greenland. Afterwards he visited East Greenland with the support of King Haakon. In 1911 he made a short trip through northern Canada as a preliminary to the three years' journey described in this number of the REVIEW. Mr. Leden is now in New York. His article in the Outlook on "Mobilizing the Arctic" recently attracted attention. ALLEN H. BENT is the author of a Bibliography of the White Mountains and a frequent contributor to the Appalachia, the journal published by the Appalachian Mountain Club. He is chairman of the publishing committee of the club and was formerly its secretary. The editors of the REVIEW take particular pleasure in being able to give their readers again a sonnet by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN, the American friend of Denmark, now visiting his native country. CARL JOHANNES SÖDERGREN is professor of New Testament exegesis at the Augustana Seminary in Rock Island. He is himself a graduate of that institution and has served the Augustana Synod as pastor, teacher, and editor. HENRIK IBSEN's poem on "The Death of Abraham Lincoln," presented here in an English version by Professor Schofield, is in many ways so pertinent to the present situation that it has particular interest to-day. KARL GUSTAF DERNBY is Swedish fellow of the American-Scandinavian Foundation for 1917-1918 and is now engaged in chemical research work at the Rockefeller Institute in New York. LILLA FRICH, of Minneapolis, is at present serving as supervisor of food education and demonstration with the New York State Food Commission for New York City. MARGARET OF CONNAUGHT, SWEDEN'S ENGLISH CROWN PRINCESS, WHOSE DISTRIBUTION OF CANDLES Ο A Chapter from My Eskimo Travels By CHRISTIAN LEDEN Photographs by the Author N July 17, 1913, which chanced to be my thirty-first birthday, I embarked in the sealing vessel Nascopie at Montreal to begin what was to prove a long and arduous journey. The Norwegian consul for Canada and many other friends had risen in the misty dawn to wish me godspeed, and as the boat passed out of sight of their waving handkerchiefs I felt that it might be my last glimpse of friends for an indefinite time. I was setting out to make ethnographic studies among the Eskimo tribes living to the west and northwest of Hudson Bay. The desire to learn something about these unknown tribes had been growing in me ever since my first exploring trip in Greenland four years earlier, and I had, as early as 1911, been so fortunate as to secure the aid of their Majesties King Haakon and Queen Maud as well as of the University Museum at Christiania and several private persons in Norway. I was going alone; for I dared not take a white companion into a country so full of perils and empty of comforts, and moreover one has a better opportunity of learning to know the daily lives, beliefs, and emotions of primitive folk when living as one of them. I had arranged to have the Nascopie take me down the Gulf of St. Lawrence, around the peninsula of Labrador, and across Hudson Bay to its western coast, where I was to be left alone with the Eskimos. After four days of rainy and foggy weather, a magnificent view of the Labrador mountains and icebergs burst through the clouds. As we glided slowly along, the gray sail of a Newfoundland fishingsmack or a schooner would now and then streak the blue of the sky, but such signs of human presence grew rarer and rarer, and finally the last sai sank beneath the southern horizon. We had passed sure hand, for the wounded animal always turns on its assailant, and its ugly tusks are most unpleasant to face. Nevertheless, the Eskimos are untiring in their pursuit of it; for not only is the meat excellent for food, but they have an old religious belief that the spirit world sends them game, and if they fail to kill it, the unseen powers will be angry and refuse to give them any more. At the mouth of the Churchill River I left the Nascopie, and my real explorations began. The river mouth forms an ideal natural harbor, where a dozen ships could safely anchor, and beyond the coastline stretches a long row of spruce. There is an appealing homelikeness about this bountiful growth to the Arctic traveller, who is accustomed to barren tracts and ice-fields. Only a few miles north of Churchill the tree-growth ends, and the last spruce tree is the sign post at which the Eskimo turns back to his Barrenground. The beginning of tree-growth, which to other men seems essential to life, is to the Eskimo the end |