GLACIAL FRINGE OF GRANT LAND 207 



this time it was calm and brilliantly sunny and 

 warm. 



At 9 p. M. I turned out after practically fruitless 

 attempts to sleep, owing to the heat in the tent, and 

 the swarms of big blue flies which, attracted by the 

 meat, swarmed round and into the tent and over us. 

 During an hour or two of this time, there were some 

 hesLvy squalls which shook the tent viciously, and 

 overturned my transit but without injuring it. 



Coffee finished, and the dogs fed again, they were 

 all hitched to the one sledge, and we started at 1 1 p. m. 

 for the summit of the cape. 



A big snow drift on the east side enabled us to 

 take the sledge to an elevation of about 600 feet. 



Here it was left, and the dogs fastened, and we 

 went on up an easy ascent of loose rocks alternating 

 with banks of snow, reaching the summit (about 1,600 

 feet) comfortably in an hour and a half from camp. 



On the summit we built a cairn similar to that on 

 the summit of Cape Columbia, in which I deposited a 

 brief record and a piece of my silk flag as usual. 



The clear day greatly favoured my work in taking a 

 round of angles, and with the glasses I could make 

 out apparently a little more distinctly, the snow-clad 

 summits of the distant land in the northwest, above 

 the ice horizon. 



My heart leaped the intervening miles of ice as I 

 looked longingly at this land, and in fancy I trod its 

 shores and climbed its summits, even though I knew 

 that that pleasure could be only for another in another 

 season. While I was thus engaged my men made out 

 three deer in a valley south of us. 



