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everything obscured by fog and clouds until about 

 4 A. M. when it cleared and gave us brilliant sunlight. 

 It looked now as if the last of the recent storm had 

 disappeared, but one can never tell up here. Our 

 camp here was nearer to the sea ice (the edge of 

 which was distinctly visible) than any since leaving 

 Cape Hecla. 



I was still inclined to think that the peculiar ice and 

 snow formations along this coast owe their existence 

 to the wind. 



At the camp off McClintock Bay a clear brilliant day 

 with light easterly breeze, and late in the afternoon 

 strata of fog forming and hiding the tops of the land, 

 was followed by a foggy night for travelling, but better 

 so than bright sun. 



We marched in deep snow until the increased density 

 of the fog made it impossible to see where we were 

 going, then camped off the Glacier at Cape Fanshawe 

 Martin. 



Our short marches, abundant food, and my special 

 care of myself have put me in better condition than 

 when I left the ship; the swelling of my feet and legs 

 has apparently ceased, and in this march I took my 

 regular turn at breaking the trail ahead of the sledges 

 with snowshoes. An eight-hour march and four of us 

 gave each two hours, in one-hour spells. 



A sandpiper flew over our camp, and during the 

 march a skua gull and six brant flew over us. Just 

 before reaching this camp, we saw a hare on the bluff, 

 and Koolootingwah went in and got two. He reports 

 last summer's musk-ox tracks. 



The middle point in McClintock Bay is apparently 



