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Then the fog shut in again completely, and nothing 

 could be seen but a bit of the shore nearest us, and this 

 very dimly. 



The ice traversed in this marcn was a succession of 

 swells of moderate height. The light and shade after 

 the sun came out, allowed the undulations of this 

 remarkable ice-foot to be very clearly seen, and I was 

 more and more reminded of the ice cap. 



I quote from my Journal: 



June 24th. — Occasionally (though rarely) this coun- 

 try affords complete and surprising changes for the 

 better. The last twenty-four hours have been a case 

 in point. A day of comfort, of interest, of accom- 

 plishment after the five days of storm, delay and 

 disappointment . 



It continued foggy all day at the last camp, but 

 began to clear when I started breakfast, and at 11 

 p. M. when we got under way, it was as fine and clear 

 as could be desired. 



I went on ahead of the sledges. Two miles from 

 camp brought me to a low point, then a walk of some 

 two miles or more over bare, dry gravel, where I saw 

 a sandpiper, two brant, the recent tracks of four deer 

 in the snow, the place where they had slept, and picked 

 up a perfectly bleached buck antler. 



Then joining the sledges we came to a low point 

 six miles from camp. Two hours from this with good 

 going, at a three-mile- an-hour pace, brought us to 

 another low point under the mountain for which I have 

 been setting my course during the last fifty- three miles. 



Though this striking peak looked very steep from 



