HUNTING FOR WINTER FOOD. 



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Borgen it had, much to my astonishment, widened considerably ; 

 the old ice apparently was still decreasing. 



The meagre hare-shooting, and the few old summer-tracks of 

 big game offered little of interest ; on Friday we were again on 

 board, and prepared for walrus-catching. Eaanes, Peder, Stolz, 

 and Hassel were to drive one of the sealing-boats out to the edge 

 of the ice, and row on to Jones Sound. Baumann and Olsen were 



THE DRIFT-ICE WE FORCED OUR WAY THROUGH. 

 HAVNEFJORD, 1900. 



SOUTH-EAST OF SKREIA. 



to go with them in order to bring back the dogs. Schei, Fosheim, 

 Isachsen, and I would walk overland to Fourth Camp, bring the 

 boat through Hell Gate, and catch walrus in Jones Sound. Bay 

 was to drive us the ten miles to the mouth of the fjord, spend 

 the night with us there, and then take the tent and the bags 

 back to the ship. The boat contained all that we should require 

 afterwards. 



In the morning of Monday, September 9, the different parties 

 set off, each in their direction. We, who were going south, reached 

 the mouth of the fjord at one o'clock, went shooting after dinner, 

 and killed a few hares. 



