My Eskimo Friends (1924)

Record Details:

Title:
My Eskimo Friends
Date:
1924
Publisher:
New York: Doubleday
Volume:
My Eskimo Friends
Leaf #:
000187
Language:
English
Collection:
Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
December 07, 2023
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FILMS I ON MY third expedition into the north, in 1913, when we set out from Newfoundland in the Laddie^ I included in my equipment all the necessary apparatus for making a motion picture film of the Eskimos. As the reader will remember, from St. John’s, Newfoundland, we sailed north along the coast of Labrador to the mouth of Hudson Strait. Owing to the heavy winds which prevailed in the Strait and the lateness of the season we had to abandon our original idea of wintering in Hudson Bay. So we put into the rugged snow-capped coast of Baffin Land. We cruised over mysterious bays and among tide-washed rocks and craggy islands. The tide, what with its rise and fall of over thirty feet, submerged, as it rose, and laid bare as it fell, numberless reefs. In the first good harbour we anchored ship. On the lookout for Eskimos, with the launch we chugged on through still more groups of islands. The day was almost gone when, clearing the island mask, we came upon big half-sheer cliffs of mainland. We had just about given up hope of seeing Eskimos, when the bowsman pointed toward shore. We made out three topeks. We called the usual “Chimo! chimo!” A towsly head appeared, and an old woman came out haltingly, holding a naked babe in her arms. We knew then that there were