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naively explained that his friends must have a large glacier 
because there was such a lot of them! 
To the west, about ten miles away, was the ice plateau de- 
scending in ice falls and marked by two (rock) nunakols. There 
was apparently a fairly easy route to the ice plateau to the south 
of this nunakol—certainly shorter and probably not so crevassed 
as the route via the Ferrar and Taylor glaciers. A very high 
mountain showed up to the south-west—10,000 feet I should 
think, but all our survey angles were so acute that it is difficult 
to fix their distance exactly. To the north-west was a fine black- 
capped peak where the glacier left the Plateau. This I called 
Mount Tryggve Gran. 
We were due back at Cape Geology about the 8th, so I felt 
that this was our western limit. We spent another day surveying 
the nunatak and collecting more coal and fossils, and left about 
noon on the 6th for our return to the rendezvous. We reached 
our Flat Iron Camp without incident and devoted a day to collect- 
ing and photography. 
One photograph was an epitome of the physiography of the 
region. I note that it shows ‘The ice face, the crevasses, the 
skauk, young “ calved”’ bergs, low moraines, retreating glacier, 
high moraines, granite pavements, shear cracks in the bay ice, 
the ice tongue, the facetted cliffs, cwm valleys, overflow glacier- 
ers, hogback ridges, non-glaciated peaks, the old glacier flood 
floor, and the junction of the granite and the dolerite.’ All this 
on a single %4-plate negative! ; 
Each day I entered up the meteorological log. The clouds 
were described also, very often by the word overcast. But this 
afternoon we noticed the sea fog rolling in below us, gradually 
blotting out the bay, then the ice tongue and the headlands below. 
I was some distance away from the tent and before I could return 
the camp was completely hidden. The others also managed to 
get back safely, but the cold and the high cliffs round the Flat 
Iron made it a nasty place to be lost in the fog. We could do 
nothing much that afternoon and I described the weather in one 
word as undercast! 
We had a chapter of small accidents while we were trans- 
porting our gear down to the sea ice 1000 feet below us. I 
found on arrival that the cap of the theodolite stand had joggled 
off. I returned and met Forde. He looked at his load and 
