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but after going about a mile we made it out to be some black grit 

 blown on to a conical piece of ice. On returning to the sledges 

 we pulled in shore to try and get a better surface, but had to 

 camp at 5 P.M. as Browning was so bad. Distance about 6 miles. 

 We are about I mile from land, which appears to be low ice- 

 covered foot-hills. 



October 23. I was bad in the night and did not wake till 

 6.30. The day was warmer, but I feel very cold and rather weak 

 and slack. The light was bad, but we made fair progress. 

 Passed inside a number of stranded bergs evidently broken off 

 from the piedmont. About 4 P.M. we saw a seal near a stranded 

 berg and we camped early, in order to kill and cut him up. 

 There were tracks of several more near the berg, so I think we 

 are coming to the land of plenty. A brain and liver hoosh did us 

 all good. We are all feeling slack and stale. Distance 6 miles. 

 We had to reduce to two biscuits per day owing to slow progress. 



October 24. A lovely morning, clear and calm with a few 

 clouds over the mountains. While we were packing the sledges 

 Browning went to the seal hole, but there were none up. The 

 surface was heavy crusted snow with belts of pressure. During 

 the day we passed a large number of stranded bergs and any 

 amount of seals up round them, many of them with young. 



Our route lay along a piedmont, evidently aground, judging 

 by the steep slopes and crevasses in places. Soon after 4 P.M. 

 we opened out a wide bay which I made out to be Tripp Bay. 

 After this the surface improved. After camping, Levick and 

 Abbott killed and cut up a seal. 



There was a curious line of stranded bergs and pressure run- 

 ning parallel to the coast and about two miles off, which looks 

 as if there might be a shoal there. Our distance to-day about 7 

 miles. 



October 25. Both Dickason and I had a bad night and I 

 felt very cold when I turned out at about 5 A.M. We soon got 

 warm, however, for the snow drifts between the pressure were 

 awful. We made out Tripp Island at the head of the bay in the 

 afternoon. It has been a very tiring day, and as Browning was 

 rather bad we camped at 4.30. Distance 7 miles. 



October 26. A fine morning. We started away after break- 

 fast with both sledges, while Priestley went into the bay on ski to 

 look at Tripp Island and see if Professor David had left his 



