Sujumut - 01.08.1937, Qupperneq 1

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ukiumut: 1 Kr. 20 Øre. Nr. ntausex: 10 Øre.
Nr. 8 August 1937 ukiut 4*at
AkuliaruserssuaK
High above the homesteads af many parts
af Southern Greenland, even far out from
the still loftier ice*cap, there stand great
mountains. These the inhabitants have
always admired and held in awe, seeing in
them an intricate part of the serene grandeur
of their beautiful country, but apart from
occasional moderate ascents of some smaller
hiils near their homes the Greenlanders have
never had occasion to climb much. However,
we who come from far off lands, pnvileged
or invited by the Danish authorities to visit
their carefully protected colony, do not
always have to hunt seals or reeper or fish
for food but get our living by dififerent and
often equally hard means which still leave
us time and energy to do other things. We
come to Greenland rather to study its scientific
and other interesting features, in the light of
the knowledge of the world which is written
in so many books and housed in so many
museums of dried plants and stuffed
animals.
I myself came to Greenland chiefly to
investigate certain features of the plant life;
included in my program this summer was a
plan to answer the pieas (cf. Meddelelser
om Grønland LXXVII, 1930) of Magister
Porsild, the welbknown Botanist*Director
of the Arctic Station on Disko, for observations
on the flora and vegetation of the higher
mountains of Southern Greenland, which are
almost entirely unknown. One of the largest
and most famous of these is Akuliaruserssu*
aK, and, coming to Lichtenau (Agdluitsox)
on July 15th, I decided to explore it forthwith.
Aly Greenlander friend Hans Lynge (also
called NapårtoK, i. e. the wiry one) had
already agreed to accompany me on some
such expedition; his charming family were my
hosts and, althoug the father was attending
Parliament at Godthaab, took to the scheme
with enthusiasm.
Accordingly we set out early the next
morning, with Mother Lynge, six of the ten
brothers and sisters, and five others —
thirteen in all, the „unlucky number“ of most
peoples,' but Eskimos do not have such
foolish superstitions! We rowed the fifteen
or so kilometres to Sletten (Angmagssivik)
in a little over two hours, and, ’after a brief