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with Potter and Stewart had then left them and 

 gone on ahead. Stewart, Carlson reported, was 

 back on the trail about two miles, done up. Potter 

 had got separated. 



While I was dressing Carlson roused Etes and 

 hastily put some supplies into the Mullin's boat. 

 With the outboard motor Etes and Carlson now 

 started down the fjord while I followed along the 

 shore some distance inland, shouting at intervals 

 as I went. The hum of the motor in these soli- 

 tudes is heard far in from the shore and would 

 certainly be noticed by anyone not more than a 

 mile inland. About two miles out I picked up 

 Stewart tired but game, and signaling the motor 

 boat he was taken on and regaled on grapefruit. 

 After the boat had proceeded five miles further 

 down the fjord and I had reconnoitered on shore, 

 we all returned to Camp Lloyd. 



It was now near midnight and a drizzling rain 

 was falling. Stewart after a good meal was put 

 to bed at Camp Lloyd. Potter I learned was 

 packing a sleeping bag and was well supplied 

 with food, so I told Carlson to go back to Mount 

 Evans and suspend further search till morning. 

 Potter is a very hardy man, inured to climbing, and 

 was, I felt sure, quite able to take care of himself. 



On reaching Mount Evans Carlson found that 



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