National Geographic : 1956 Nov
671 Eugene Ostroff Canadian Girl and Eskimo Boy Are Playmates at Coral Harbour Eight-year-old Lily Jewel Swaffield, daughter of a trading-post manager, speaks Eskimo as fluently as English. Discarded magazines paper the wall in this Aivilik house. strained at their harness and yelped in frenzied anticipation of a meal at journey's end. At 5 a.m. we reached Native Point. The dogs finished the 14-hour run with a spurt, savagely gulped their chunks of seal meat, and settled down to a well-deserved rest. We lost no time pitching a tent and zipping ourselves into sleeping bags. But for me, dead tired though I was, sleep would not come. Thoughts of the virgin archeological site only a stone's throw from the tent raced through my aching head. After an hour of sleeplessness, I ate a couple of aspirin tablets and a pilot biscuit and left my snoring companions for a look about. In all my years of Eskimo archeology I had never seen anything to compare with the ruins that lay before me.* Some 90 semisubterranean dwellings, the largest ag gregation of old Eskimo house ruins in the Canadian Arctic, spread over a 30-acre ex panse. Jumbles of stone from walls and roofs filled the sunken interiors and entrance passages of the best preserved houses. Of others, only slight depressions in the grassy terrain remained. Skulls and bones of animals eaten by the Sadlermiuts, mostly seals, caribou, and wal ruses, littered the ground outside the ruins (page 685). Hundreds of stone cairns and meat caches stood near the site and ranged about it for miles around. More than 100 human burials dotted the * See "Exploring Frozen Fragments of American History," by Henry B. Collins, Jr., NATIONAL GEO GRAPHIC MAGAZINE, May, 1939.