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left; and another deer was seen on the opposite side 

 of the bay. 



Our camp here was well located, the tent pitched 

 on a mound of fine, dry gravel close to a small brook by 

 which the dogs were fastened, and which at a pool a 

 little farther up furnished us with clear cold water. 



I found two poppies and a bit of sorrel in bloom 

 here. 



From the top of the bluffs back of the tent, where 

 I could look across the Strait, I made out a good deal 

 of water on the ice, but I hoped we should not find it 

 as bad as during the last march. It was evident, 

 however, we were going to have lots of trouble going 

 back and were going to be wet all the time. 



Camping in this region in June, July, and August, 

 if on land, and it is clear and calm, and one is not 

 under the necessity of travelling every day, can be 

 very pleasant. 



But if it blows or snows, or both, or if one is on the 

 sea or bay ice and obliged to get somewhere at a cer- 

 tain time, it is sure to be very unpleasant. 



The sun shone enough to quite perceptibly dry our 

 things, but as it got lower, the fog and clouds gathered 

 again. 



The dogs were fed nearly all they would eat, as 

 meat carries very much lighter inside them than on 

 the sledge, and I hoped that with the rest and good 

 feeding here, they would do better work going back. 



The two boys skinned out the deer heads and tried 

 to dry the skins. 



I must confess to a feeling of sadness and regret at 

 leaving this last camp. It was a striking picture, the 



