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A striking vertical cliff dropping into deep water, there 

 is no buffer between it and the heaviest floes which 

 crash and grind against it incessantly, throwing up a 

 stupendous ice-foot, and making the surroundings of 

 the cape savage in the extreme throughout the entire 

 year. 



At the View Point camp, I told Egingwah he was to 

 go on to the Roosevelt in the morning alone, with a 

 letter to the Captain to send some men and dogs out 

 to meet me; and Ooblooyah and myself, after caching 

 one sledge and half our loads, would follow after him. 

 Of the five dogs remaining only one could really do any 

 work, and one was entirely useless. 



Following Egingwah some two hours later, his 

 trail was of great assistance in negotiating the cracks 

 and pools. For perhaps three miles from camp there 

 was such a labyrinth of these, that I feared it would 

 take four days to reach the ship. Then the going 

 improved, and on a direct course to Cape Richardson, 

 we made good progress. Near the cape the ice was 

 rotten and we kept out into the bay. Finally after 

 wading several pools mid-thigh deep, we pitched our 

 tent on an elevated floe about a mile west of the north 

 end of William's Island. Still fine weather. About 

 eight in the evening, we heard shouts, which were 

 answered, and a little before eleven, Marvin came in with 

 Ahwegingwah, Teddylingwah and Sigloo. Mai'vin told 

 me the Roosevelt had broken out from winter quarters at 

 Sheridan on the 4th of July, and had squeezed down 

 along the shore past Cape Union when she was smashed 

 against the ice-foot just south of the cape, tearing 

 another blade from the propeller, and breaking off her 



