380 THE JENXEATTE ARCTIC EXPEDITION. 



At 8.80 made the final trip and got our sick man over in 

 safety. From there we proceeded until 11.20, dragging our 

 man on the sled. Halted for dinner half pound of meat 

 and tea. At 1 went ahead again until 5.05. Actually under 

 way 8.30 to 9.15, 9.30 to 10.20, 10.30 to 11.20, 1 to 1.40, 

 1.50 to 2.10, 2.20 to 2.40, 3 to 3.25, 3.35 to 4, 4.15 to 4.35, 

 4.45 to 5.05. At 8 P. M. crawled into our blankets. 



SUNDAY, October 2d. I think we all slept fairly well until 

 midnight, but from that time forward it was so cold and 

 uncomfortable that sleep was out of the question. At 4.30 we 

 were all out and in front of the fire, daylight just appearing. 

 Erickson kept talking in his sleep all night, and effectually 

 kept those awake who were not already awakened by the 

 cold. Breakfast at 5 A.M. half pound of meat and tea. 

 Bright, cloudless morning, light northern airs ; barometer 

 30. 30 at 5. 32; temperature at 6, thirty -five degrees. At 7 

 went ahead, following the frozen water whenever we could 

 find it, and at 9.20 I felt quite sure we had gone some dis- 

 tance on the main river. I think our gait was at least two 

 miles an hour and our time under way 2h. 40m. 1 calculate 

 our forenoon work at least six miles, 7 to 7.35, 7.45 to 8.05, 

 8.15 to 8.30, 8.40 to 8.50, 9.20 to 9.40, 9.50 to 10.12, 10.22 

 to 10 40, 10.55 to 11.15. Dinner, 1 to 1.30, 1.40 to 2, 2.15 

 to 2.35, 2.45 to 3, 3.20 to 3.40, 3.50 to 4.05, 4.15 to 4.20. 

 Camp. Total, 5h. 15m. 



Two miles an hour distance make good ten to twelve miles, 

 and where are we ? I think it the beginning of the Lena 

 River at last. Sagaster has been to us a myth. We saw 

 two old huts at a distance, and this was all ; but they were 

 out of our road and the day not half gone. Kept on the ice 

 all the way, and, therefore, think we were over water : but 

 the stream was so narrow and so crooked that it never could 

 have been a navigable stream. My chart is simply useless. 

 I must go on plodding to the southward, trusting in God to 

 guide me to some settlement, for I have long since realized 

 that we are powerless to help ourselves. A bright, calm. 



