22 FOUR YEARS IN THE WHITE NORTH [Aug. 



to the south by drifting ice. For six long days we 

 worked back and forth along the edge of the pack, 

 scarcely bumping a pan and feeling quite secure from 

 the terrors of the Arctic regions. How I wanted Bob 

 Bartlett! 



On the 25th my patience was exhausted. I realized 

 that we were simply wasting time yachting in Arctic 

 seas, and I ordered Captain Kehoe to land me at the 

 nearest spot, Etah, North Greenland, with a full realiza- 

 tion of the fact that our goal was across the dreaded 

 waters of Smith Sound and that what should have been 

 done by the ship must now be done over the ice in 

 early spring with dog-team. Fortunately, my experi- 

 ence when here with Peary in 1908-09 stood me in good 

 stead, enabling me to acquire a knowledge of Etah Har- 

 bor and its surroundings. 



