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and Jensen, I set out at an early hour toward a point 

 on the north side of the bay, from which I could com- 

 mand a view of the southern horizon. We had much 

 difficulty in reaching our destination. The open 

 water came nearly a mile within the point for which 

 we were bound, and it was no easy task picking our 

 way along the sloping drifts of the ice-foot. But we 

 were at last successful, and reached our look-out sta- 

 tion (hereafter to be known as Sunrise Point) with 

 half an hour to spare. 



The day was far from a pleasant one for a holiday 

 excursion. The temperature was very low, and the 

 wind, blowing quite freshly, brought the drifting snow 

 down from the mountains, and rattled it about us 

 rather sharply. But we were amply repaid by the 

 view which was spread out before us. 



An open sea lay at our feet and stretched far away 

 to the front and right of us as we faced the south. 

 Numerous bergs were dotted over it, but otherwise it 

 was mainly free from ice. Its surface was much agi- 

 tated by the winds, which kept it from freezing, and 

 the waves were dancing in the cold air as if in very 

 mockery of the winter. It was indeed a vast bubbling 

 caldron, — seething, and foaming, and emitting vapors. 

 The light curling streams of "frost smoke" which 

 rose over it sailed away on the wind toward the 

 southwest, and there mingled with a dark mist-bank. 

 Little streams of young ice, as if struggling to bind 

 the waves, rattled and crackled over the restless 

 waters. To the left, the lofty coast mountains stood 

 boldly up in the bright air, and near Cape Alexander 

 the glacier peeped from between them, coming down 

 the valley with a gentle slope from the broad mer de 

 glace. The bold front of Crystal Palace Cliffs cut 



