As a man seeking eagles' eggs will pause to secure his foothold in the last dizzy crotch beneath the eyrie, Commander MacMillan and his fellow polar pilgrims (TIME, June 22 et seq.) last week dropped anchor at their boatbase, Etah, Greenland, unloaded their three Navy seaplanes from the stout ship Peary, and set about clearing and leveling the one steep little beach their harbor offered for a takeoff. Five Eskimo families were found in the "village," the men of which assisted in the arduous task of building skidways and tumbling large rocks aside....
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