CHAPTER XXXIII. 



ON BOAKD THE SCHOONER. — REVIEW OF THE JOURNEY. — THE RETURN DOWN 

 KENNEDY CHANNEL. — A SEVERE MARCH IN A SNOW-STORM. — ROTTEN ICE. 

 — EFFECTS OF A GALE. — RETURNING THROUGH THE HUMMOCKS. — THE 

 DOGS BREAKING DOWN. — ADRIFT ON A FLOE AT CAIRN POINT. — THE 

 OPEN WATER COMPELS US TO TAKE TO THE LAND. — REACHING THE 

 SCHOONER. — PROJECTING A CHART. — THE NEW SOUND. — MY NORTHERN 

 DISCOVERIES. 



Port Foulke, June 3d. 



Back again on board the schooner after two months' 

 toiling and journeying on the ice. 



Since I left her deck on the 3d of April, I have 

 traveled not less than 1300 miles, and not less than 

 1600 since first setting out in March. I am some- 

 what battered and weather-beaten, but a day or so of 

 rest and civilized comfort, the luxury of a wash and a 

 bed, and of a table covered with clean crockery filled 

 with the best of things that my old Swedish cook can 

 turn out, are wondrously rejuvenating, — potent as 

 the touch of Hebe to the war-worn Tolas. 



Afiairs seem to have gone on well at the schooner. 

 Radcliffe has given me his report, and it is satisfac- 

 tory. McCormick has presented a full history of 

 events since leaving me among the hummocks ; but 

 I refrain now from recording them until I have sefc 

 down some of the leading incidents of my journey, 

 while they are yet fresh in my mind. Besides, Mc- 

 Cormick tells me that he is unable to repair the 

 schooner that she may be ice-worthy ; and, as I am 

 unwilhng to accept this conclusion without a further 



