His [Peary's] room at the Grand Union was a veritable curiosity shop - sledge-stoves of every conceivable pattern, designed for economy of fuel, lightness, strength, compactness, samples of dog traces, webbing for harnesses, wood for sledges, thermometers, instruments of precision, clothing, and on and on, ad infinitum. He was plainly tired of it and wanted to leave as soon as possible for his little island home, Eagle Island, on the Maine Coast.
'When can you report?' he inquired eagerly; adding 'I want you to come here to New York and continue this work while I am away. I will furnish you with a list of supplies and equipment which you are to buy.'
Within the promised time, I was back buying five-gallon milk cans for water, swing bunks for our staterooms, cameras, films, rifles, shotguns, sheepskins, snow knives, sledge hatchets. It was interesting work, but hot! -- From Donald MacMillan's How Peary Reached the Pole, 1934.