CHAPTER XXVI 



BORUP S FARTHEST NORTH 



THAT night was one of the noisiest that I 

 have ever spent in an igloo, and none of us 

 slept very soundly. Hour after hour the 

 rumbling and complaining of the ice continued, and it 

 would not have surprised us much if at any moment 

 the ice had split directly across our camp, or even 

 through the middle of one of our igloos. It was not a 

 pleasant situation, and every member of the party was 

 glad when the time came to get under way again. 



In the morning we found a passage across the lead 

 a short distance to the east of our camp over some 

 fragments which had become cemented together dur- 

 ing the cold night. We had only gone forward a few 

 hundred yards when we came upon the igloo which 

 Henson had occupied. This did not indicate rapid 

 progress. 



At the end of six hours we came upon another of 

 Henson's igloos — not greatly to my surprise. I knew, 

 from experience, that yesterday's movement of the 

 ice and the formation of leads about us would take all 

 the spirit out of Henson's party until the main party 

 should overtake them again. Sure enough, the next 

 march was even shorter. At the end of a little over 

 four hours we found Henson and his division in camp, 

 making one sledge out of the remains of two. The 



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