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ment to take to Etah and what to leave behind, and 

 resigned myself to the mercy of my sphincter. The 

 next morning I woke still alive, hope returned, and 

 despite my sphincter I took the trail happy again. 



Ruggles River, the outlet of Lake Hazen, was a 

 splendid thoroughfare. It is a great frozen stream 

 some quarter of a mile wide and forty feet deep, frozen 

 solid. We drove in a canon about twenty feet deep, 

 cut in the ice by the water from the lake, and on the 

 good going soon reached salt water. We had successfully 

 crossed Grant Land from salt water to salt w^ater again. 



The going down Chandler Fjord and up to Lady 

 Franklin Bay was hard, because the snow was so deep 

 and soft. Summer was fast coming and the noonday 

 sun was warm. Seals were numerous on the ice; on 

 Chandler Fjord, Esayoo got a large one for our dogs, 

 the first they had had for months. Accustomed to 

 musk-ox meat for so long, the dogs could not digest the 

 fat seal meat, and repeatedly vomited all they had 

 eaten. From Lake Hazen to Lady Franklin Bay we 

 made four marches; our three camps were Camps Bart- 

 lett, Borup, and Marvin. 



Camp Marvin was on the point of the little peninsula 

 north of Sun Bay. At this camp a great polar bear came 

 to call upon us. We had just got into our sleeping-bags 

 when our dogs began baying madly. We thought at 

 once that a big herd of musk-oxen that Esayoo had 

 seen just after we had made camp had wandered 

 down so close that the dogs had winded them. We 

 all rushed out to investigate; on a flat pan of ice less 

 than one hundred yards from our tent a big polar bear 

 sat on his haunches, calmly surveying our camp and 

 dogs. We cut the traces of our dogs, and Mr. Bear 



