"Hello, hello, how d'ye do?"
We answered in kind. Then, after a string of lurid oaths in bad English, they said:
"Plenty man cough—make die—you got medicine?" But to our question as to how many people there were in their village they replied:
"Don't know."
"Why, can't you count?"
"No; Siberia side all d—n fools." At which we were forced to smile.
"Say, you got chaw tobacco?" I could not remain deaf to this appeal, so I cut up a cigar and watched it go into their mouths. Then, after I had taken their photograph in a group, we all went ashore, where I found a few native skin huts and one or two houses built with timber which they had obtained in trade from whalers. These were modeled after the houses that the whalers or missionaries had erected.
Eskimo Village, East Cape—Northeastern Point of Asia.