332 " CAPE FLY-AWAY." 



May 10th. 



At the same hopeless work again ; and again we 

 go into camp among the hummocks. I dare not hope 

 that we will reach the shore to-morrow, for I have 

 been so often disappointed ; but the shore will be 

 reached some time, if there is an ounce of food left 

 or a dog left alive to drag it with. I have settled 

 down into a sort of dogged determination. 



May 11th. 



In camp at last, close under the land ; and as happy 

 as 'men can be who have achieved success and await 

 supper. 



As we rounded to in a convenient place for our 

 camp, McDonald looked up at the tall Cape, which 

 rose above our heads ; and, as he turned away to get 

 our furnace to prepare a much-needed meal, he was 

 heard to grumble out in a serio-comic tone : " Well, 

 1 wonder if that is land, or only ' Cape Fly-away/ 

 after all ? " 



