NORTH DEVON AND STENKULFJORD. 417 



1900, when we left Havnefjord, we had seen this peninsula at a 

 distance, and imagined it to be an island, being unable to see the 

 low isthmus behind it. It proved now, however, to be really a 

 peninsula. East of Cape Sparbo a great number of glaciers shoot 

 down towards " Brtebugten," or " Glacier Bay," from the glaciated 

 interior. 



' We continued westward, the land by degrees becoming lower, 

 and west of " Bjorneodden " (Bear Point) we saw no ice-cap. 

 Here the granite was succeeded by sand and limestone mountains. 

 There were numbers of bear-tracks along the land. 



' The snow was as bad as it could be, and the ice was much 

 pressed up. I used my " ski " when the ice was not too bad, 

 while Bay stamped after me in his shirt-sleeves. The going was 

 so bad that one could hardly get along at all. About midnight, on 

 the 8th, we were awakened by a terrific outcry from the dogs. 

 There was no mistaking what was going on ; we heard them rush 

 past the tent like a growing avalanche. We ran out, and of our 

 ten dogs there were only two remaining. Bay resolved to go after 

 them in hopes of shooting the bear, which, however, neither of us 

 had seen, as the weather was thick. The dogs, on seeing the 

 bear, had all made a rush at the same time, so that the loop in 

 the ice gave way. Three dogs from the other team had bitten 

 through their traces and joined company out of interest in the 

 cause. 



'As my dogs were bad hunting dogs I did not think they 

 would stop the bear, and I was afraid they might follow it for a 

 long distance ; while if the bear fell foul of them it could do them 

 a good deal of harm, as the whole team was kept together by the 

 same lanyard. On looking at the tracks I saw that the bear had 

 been about a hundred yards from the dogs when they began to 

 give tongue. As there was nothing to be done I tried to go to 

 sleep, but was not very successful. At six o'clock I began to 

 make pemmican lobscouse, so that there might be something hot 

 for Bay when he came back. I made the stew, went out, looked 

 round through the glasses, looked at my watch, but no Bay came. 

 Everything was still and silent. The thought that perhaps some- 

 thing had gone wrong alternated with the thought of the 



VOL. II. 2 E 



