CHAPTER XXIV 



THE ASCENT OF MOUNT HEDGEHOG, OR 

 HORNSUNDS TIND 



By E. J. GARWOOD 



FINDING, on our arrival at Advent Bay, after our voyage 

 round the coast, that three days must elapse before our 

 ship returned to Norway, and that my services were no 

 longer required to drive Carl and the ponies, all of whom 

 had been shipped off to Norway, I proceeded to put into 

 effect a project which I had long cherished, of running down 

 to the south of the island and exploring Horn Sound, and, 

 if possible, ascending Mount Hedgehog. This at least was 

 the excuse I gave for my departure. The real reason was 

 that I preferred being absent when Conway discovered the 

 bill I had run up for luncheons at the Tourist Hut, during 

 my three lonely days at Advent Bay, when I returned to 

 the coast after living for five weeks on Emergency Food in 

 the interior. 



Trevor-Battye agreed to accompany me, and Conway 

 lent me his boots. We piled the deck of the little Expres 

 with as much coal as she could carry in sacks and barrels, 

 and steamed away, in a drizzling fog, about noon of the 

 13th, taking with us Ice-master Bottolfsen and a crew of 

 three men. 



After an uncomfortable run of eighteen hours clown the 

 coast, we arrived at Horn Sound in a thick mist, and anchored 



among some rocks out of reach of a stream of drift ice. We 



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