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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 



