THE CAMP BY THE OWL'S NEST 



Ajako constantly suffers from pains in his eyes we decide to 

 remain here for another few days, although it is desirable that 

 we should catch up with our comrades as soon as possible. 



After this numerous seal-hunts miscarry ; the few animals 

 that have their home by the whirlpool are so shy that they 

 disappear as soon as we show ourselves. So in the forenoon of 

 the 14th we agree to break camp and continue our interrupted 

 journey. 



During the night we are aroused by barnacle-geese, which 

 two by two fly across the tent in flocks, to settle down on the 

 grassy slopes. For a long time their cries vibrate with a fresh, 

 promising sound. There is always adventure in the boom of 

 a wild-goose flight, when on their broad wings they disappear 

 beyond the horizon. 



TO CAPE SALOR 



June lith-loth. — We had long been looking forward to 

 the day when our work here should be finished, so that with a 

 good conscience we could set our course towards Cape Salor on 

 the northern extremity of the great island off the mouth of 

 Chip Inlet. McMillan had promised us that we should there 

 find one of Peary's depots from his last Polar expedition, cached 

 in 1908, and consisting of pemmican, biscuits, sugar, and paraf- 

 fin. These were tempting delicacies. 



We start at eight o'clock in the evening and, as for the 

 first time during a long period going is good, we succeed in 

 making the 40 kilometres to Cape Salor in twelve hours. We 

 halt east of the cape, right opposite to Cape Emory, where we 

 expect to pick up information from WulfF. It is baking hot, 

 the temperature being the highest we have yet experienced. 

 In 2 degrees of heat (Cent.) we half-strip, after which Ajako 

 and I set out for the depot, which should be about 4 kilometres 

 distant from our camp. 



The sun scorches our faces. On the ice the snow is melting 

 and has already formed pools of more than a metre depth in the 

 old Polar-ice. Dripping with perspiration we reach the depot, 

 where a tin box, hanging down from the end of a staff, contains 



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