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dived under their craft ready to attack. Needless to say they 

 pulled as hard as they oould, expecting every moment to see the 

 great tusks appearing through the bottom of the boat, and the whole 

 thing about to founder. But luck was with them ; it was not 

 many strokes to land, and they reached it in time. Once there 

 they took their revenge by sending their enemy a bullet in the 

 head, which made it sink like a plummet. 



There were always shooting parties out at this time, and they 



THE GLACIER WHERE BAY FETCHED COOKING-ICE. (Seep. 126.) 



returned on board with incredible numbers of hares. As our 

 sojourn lasted as long as to August 12, we had plenty of time to 

 make a considerable inroad on them. 



On Saturday, August 12, we stood out of the fjord. The north 

 wind, which had been blowing during the night, had gone over to a 

 fresh breeze from the south. We steered first for Payer Harbour 

 to fetch the mail, but had not gone far into Smith Sound, before 

 we saw that there was no possibility of reaching it through such 

 impenetrable masses of ice. 



We then tried a course farther south to Cape Herschel 



