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it floated and was hauled on board. The little deck ran 

 crimson with its blood. 



It was annoying that all the larger mountains should 

 have remained invisible. Fox Peak and its neighbours, 

 so well known to me, should have been in sight, but they 



VALLEY OF THE SHALLOW RIVER, FROM LOW SOUND. 



were cloud-capped and fog-enveloped, and so remained. 

 After completing the tour of the bay and taking the Axel 

 Island contingent on board, we ran for Gregory. The 

 water being slack, our exit through the narrows was unex- 

 citing. Gregory came off with a boatful of fossil plants. 

 He had beguiled some of the waiting time by a long talk 

 with Svensen, a most intelligent sloop-captain, whose vessel 



