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be heard in her ; if she gives a little shake it is all she 

 does. 



On Saturday, July 29th, we again headed eastwards 

 towards Yuo'or Strait as fast as sails and steam could 



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take us. We had open sea ahead, the weather was fine 

 and the wind fair. Next morning we came under the 

 south side of Dolgoi or Langoia, as the Norwegian 

 whalers call it, where we had to stand to the northward. 

 On reaching the north of the island we again bore 

 eastwards. Here I descried from the crow's-nest, as 

 far as I could make out, several islands which are not 

 given on the charts. They lay a little to the east of 

 Langoia. 



It was now pretty clear that the Urania had not 

 made her way through the ice. While we were sitting 

 in the saloon in the forenoon talking about it, a cry was 

 heard from deck that the sloop was in sight. It was 

 joyful news, but the joy was of no long duration. The 

 next moment we heard she had a crow's-nest on her 

 mast, so she was doubtless a sealer. When she sighted 

 us, she bore off to the south, probably fearing that we 

 were a Russian war-ship or something equally bad. So, 

 as we had no particular interest in her, we let her go 

 on her way in peace. 



Later in the clay we neared Yugor Strait. We 

 kept a sharp look-out for land ahead, but none could 

 be seen. Hour after hour passed as we glided onwards 

 at good speed, but still no land. Certainly it would not 



