Jack Triumphant in the Blizzard 99 



morning, we sped on towards the north. To 

 shorten the journey we had struck far out in 

 the great lake, but not so far but that we 

 could still keep the headlands of the great 

 points in sight for our guidance. 



During the last night there had been quite 

 a heavy fall of snow. It somewhat impeded 

 our rapid progress but our dogs were good 

 and as long as there was no wind to lift up 

 this light snow we did not much mind it. 

 It was a bitterly cold day, but we had so 

 arranged our loads on our sleds that we 

 could easily jump off and run until the vig- 

 ourous exercise so warmed us that we much 

 enjoyed the subsequent ride. Thus on we 

 sped until many miles were between us and 

 our camp of the previous night. As we 

 journeyed on, the wind in fitful gusts began 

 to blow around us. At first it was not 

 alarming and we did not mind it. Even 

 when we lost sight of the distant headlands, 

 as they were swallowed up in the haze, we 

 foolishly pushed on, instead of at once dash- 

 ing at full speed, as we ought to have done, 

 for the shore. The fitful gusts of an hour 

 before were now increased to a wild gale 

 which lifted up the light snow, and soon 

 the air was full of it. Still, as the wind con- 



