1911] DISCOVERY BLUFF 165 
perky at + 15° and evidently prepared to grow vigorously if 
permitted. The Tongue was a mile long and exhibited the usual 
regular waves in its profile. 
On the next day we continued west. The clear sheet of ice 
we had seen ahead of us was now covered with snow and our 
hopes of easy sledging were not fulfilled. At lunch time the 
sun was so hot that the surface was not traversable. We halted 
therefore and Gran and I walked south to a small bay. 
There was a wonderful granite cliff with overhanging glacier 
streams connecting the upper ice with the lower. Probably not 
long ago a continuous ice sheet covered this 150-foot cliff, but 
now only comparatively narrow ribbons of ice are left, though 
these are quite continuous in spite of the steep fall. They were 
however in an unstable position and we heard several avalanches 
—hence our name for it of Avalanche Bay. Just to the east 
of these ‘ice-ribbons’ was a rock outcrop which seemed to me 
the first spot in the harbour whence the top of the piedmont ice 
could be reached if the bay ice went out. 
After supper we pulled on towards the Discovery Bluff. 
The surface improved somewhat and we started out for more 
relay work. We could see Discovery Bluff quite close—and 
after half a mile I judged we were half-way and went back for 
the second sledge. ‘Then on again and it never seemed to get 
any nearer. Instead of half a mile it was two miles. Bring- 
ing up the second sledge was a weary grind. As Debenham said 
when we arrived, ‘We were too tired to think!’ We got in 
about midnight and pitched camp on the tide crack. There 
was a young seal—still in its woolly coat—lamenting its mother’s 
absence with great persistence. ‘ Baa-aa!’ it said like a cross 
between a lamb and a very vigorous young bull. This resounded 
from the granite cliff above us—and occasionally the mother 
re-echoed it from the tide crack, where she wisely kept. I 
was glad to see eight seals here—most of which I intended 
to kill. Gran caught the young one by the tail, which in- 
creased the bellows of anguish. It then bolted to the water, 
in which it swam readily, and we turned in amid a chorus from 
the seals. 
On the 30th we journeyed on round the steep face of the 
Discovery Bluff and opened up a fine little bay with a regular 
beach of granite boulders. Here was much lichen and lots of 
