416 NEW LAND. 



'The first thing we did was to drive into Baads fjord. We 

 thought it would be too bad if this fjord was the only one not to 

 be mapped. Baadsfjord is some few hundred yards wide at the 

 bend, but becomes broader towards the head, where an enormous 

 glacier debouches. On the east side are lofty mountains. The 

 vegetation was exceedingly sparse, and there was not a trace of 

 any animal to be seen on land. We saw several seal on the ice 

 that day sunning themselves by their holes, and, put shortly, 

 spring was in the air. It was astonishing to have such a high 

 temperature as 21 Fahr. ( 6 Cent.) as early as April 26. 



' It was miserable travelling at this time, and our progress was 

 slow. As I did not think I got sufficiently ahead of Bay, who was 

 driving after me, I took the " King bag," as we called a large bag 

 containing a number of smaller ones with dry food in them, and 

 flung it back on to his load. Bay now began to slow down, so 

 much so that he thought himself warranted in shouting : " I think 

 the devil himself 's in this bag, Isak." I thought it very probable, 

 as the weight of the bags contained in the " King " was not much 

 over thirty pounds. 



' On May 1 we drove from South Cape in a south-south-easterly 

 direction. Most of the icebergs in Jones Sound will no doubt 

 always be found in the part between South Cape and Cone Island. 

 A stranded colossus, about one hundred feet high, seemed familiar 

 to me. It was strikingly like an iceberg which we had involuntarily 

 been about to make acquaintance with in 1899. We were pushing 

 our way through the ice in rather thick fog when I, who was at 

 the helm, shouted : " Iceberg on the port bow ! " The word of 

 command, " Hard a-starboard ! " at once followed from the crow's- 

 nest, and we escaped in the nick of time without rubbing noses. 



'We made a short halt at this iceberg, and to pass the time we 

 each gnawed at a stock-fish. Bay hungered for meat, and, like the 

 lion, said: "It is dinner-time, and no nigger (bear) in sight!" 

 Bay often expressed himself rather " tropically." 



' We saw several fulmars (Fidmarus glacialis) flying west. They 

 were probably going a reconnoitring trip to their old breeding- 

 grounds. 



'We came under North Devon east of "Cape Sparbo." In 



