On this trip Hutchison took a fair number of books with her and she generously shared them with her hosts.
p. 172, in Northwest Greenland: The sun is now getting obviously lower in the heavens every day…, and every day he slants farther and farther across my bookcase, traveling slowly but steadily from ‘Guy Mannering’ to the Bible, from the Bible to Bentham and Hooker’s ‘British Flora,’ departing with a last lingering caress on the broad red and gold back of Chambers’ Twentieth Century English Dictionary, from which I would not be parted for the world, for it contains the roots of all our English words, and there is no study more f ascinating than that of roots….
p. 201, on a birthday breakfast in North-West Greenland in honour of someone named Cecilia: I followed obediently through the village to a little earthen igdlo, where I found Cecilia and her husband drinking coffee in a very cheery little room, the walls of which were papered with sheets of an old ‘Illustrated London News,’ including several coloured paintings of English beauties entitled ‘Fair Britain,’ so that I felt quite at home. The newspapers had come from the Danish manager’s house, where Cecilia was kivfak.