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Lieutenant Lockwood's map, should lie at the foot of 

 Mt. Arthur, but could find nothing but a great plain 

 on the site. 



After the rest and the abundance of food at Camp 

 Remington, we were again ready for anything that 

 might happen. We headed due north, traveling along 

 the left of Veery River until we passed Mt. Arthur. 

 We searched eagerly for the cairn that Maj. A. W. Greely 

 built at its foot in 1882, that we might take back with 

 us the record that he left there then, but we were dis- 

 appointed in our search. 



From the top of a large mountain north of Mt. 

 Arthur, which I climbed while Esayoo and E-took-a- 

 shoo made tea about four o'clock in the afternoon of 

 May 22d, I first saw Lake Hazen, some ten miles to the 

 northwest of us. We knew that we were approaching 

 its upper end, but had not caught a glimpse of it before. 

 The view to the north was truly wonderful. The Con- 

 ger Mountains, nearly all round-topped and white with 

 snow, lay in the foreground like a snow wall, Mt. Connell 

 and Mt. Biederbick rising distinct above the rest. 

 Behind them, farther away, rose the high, black, sharp 

 peaks of the United States range. To the northeast lay 

 Lake Hazen, a snow-white plain, set among the snow- 

 clad hills. But in all the landscape, the wide valley at 

 the head of the lake flanked by steep walls was the most 

 spectacular feature. Not a bit of snow covered the plain 

 or the cliffs about, and white steam was rising from the 

 upper reaches of the lake and the pools of the plain, 

 as from a witch's caldron. This dark, steaming valley 

 set among the white, calm hills looked like a veritable 

 inferno. 



After a careful survey of the way ahead of us I hur- 



