IN CAMP ON THE MALIGIAKFJORD 



tumbles over the high rock walls and as a purling 

 brook makes its way out to the shore. For our 

 balloon studies such an amphitheatre is of course 

 ill suited, so we proceed some four miles farther 

 up the fjord to near its head, where the ebb tide 



and the shallowing water make it necessary to 

 return. We note other camping sites, but I select 

 the one first seen less than a mile from our anchor- 

 age. 



While we have been away the captain has set the 

 crew to work getting our stuff up on deck with 

 the aid of Belknap and Oscanyan, who have had 

 to do with the storage of our material at New York 

 and at North Sydney. The three dories belonging 



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