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fog and snow squalls. The wind was fresh while we 

 slept, and through the greater part of the march, but 

 died away, about as we camped, and it became dead 

 calm and foggy. 



We camped on the outer swell of the great glacier 

 forming Aldrich's last "low-sloping spit." 



The more level ice-foot extending from the base of 

 this swell to the ragged sea ice, ten to twelve miles 

 distant, was covered with lakes and rivers. 



For a half hour or so, I had some striking views of 

 the magnificent peaks from Cape Alfred Ernest west- 

 ward. 



Again I quote from my Journal: 



Yelverton Bay, July loth. — Out of my new domain, 

 and back into the known world again. 



It was calm while we slept at the last camp, and the 

 sun was warm enough through the fog and clouds, to 

 still further dry our clothing and gear. 



Got an earlier start than usual and had good going, 

 and decent weather (calm and overcast) until 9 a. m. 

 when we struck the river from a glacier at the head 

 of the bay, and after deflecting for two miles along its 

 swampy banks, were obliged to ford it, one hundred 

 yards wide, knee deep, and running with a current 

 that threatened to sweep us and the dogs and sledges 

 away. Then the thick fog making it impossible to 

 pick a course through the lakes and rivers, I camped. 



Our tent here, as at the last camp was in a slushy 

 swamp, a small spot being made a little firmer by 

 tamping the snow first with the snowshoes, and then 

 with our feet. 



