From Tabu River to Taylor Bay 



land and perhaps into a maze of crevasses I might 

 find difficulty in winning a way back. 



Lingering a while and sauntering about in sight of 

 the shore, I found this eastern side of the glacier re- 

 markably free from large crevasses. Nearly all I met 

 were so narrow I could step across them almost any- 

 where, while the few wide ones were easily avoided by 

 going up or down along their sides to where they nar- 

 rowed. The dismal cloud ceiling showed rifts here 

 and there, and, thus encouraged, I struck out for the 

 west shore, aiming to strike it five or six miles above 

 the front wall, cautiously taking compass bearings at 

 short intervals to enable me to find my way back 

 should the weather darken again with mist or rain or 

 snow. The structure lines of the glacier itself were, 

 however, my main guide. All went well. I came to a 

 deeply furrowed section about two miles in width 

 where I had to zigzag in long, tedious tacks and make 

 narrow doublings, tracing the edges of wide longi- 

 tudinal furrows and chasms until I could find a 

 bridge connecting their sides, oftentimes making the 

 direct distance ten times over. The walking was good 

 of its kind, however, and by dint of patient doubling 

 and axe-work on dangerous places, I gained the op- 

 posite shore in about three hours, the width of the 

 glacier at this point being about seven miles. Oc- 

 casionally, while making my way, the clouds lifted a 

 little, revealing a few bald, rough mountains sunk to 

 the throat in the broad, icy sea which encompassed 

 them on all sides, sweeping on forever and forever as 

 we count time, wearing them away, giving them the 



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