IN THE MELVILLE BAY PACK 2/ 



ered, and he was brought alongside the "Kite." He measured 

 seven feet one inch in length, and we estimated his weight at 

 from eight to ten hundred pounds. 



Friday, July 17. Last night was the worst night my poor 

 husband has had. His leg pained him more than it had done 

 so far, and he begged me to give him a sedative, which, with 

 the doctor's consent, I did ; but even then his sleep was dis- 

 turbed to such an extent that it amounted to delirium. He 

 would plead with me to do something for his leg. After doing 

 everything I could think of, I said. " Can't you tell me where 

 it hurts you most, and what you think might help you?" 

 His answer was, " Oh, my dear, pack it in ice until some one 

 can shoot it ! " In this way he spent the night, and this morn- 

 ing he was thoroughly exhausted. Dr. Cook has succeeded 

 in making his leg more comfortable, and now he sleeps. It 

 seems very hard that I cannot take him away to some place 

 where he can rest in peace. 



Tuesday, July 21. Since last writing in my journal, four 

 days ago. we have been steadily nearing Cape York, and we 

 hope soon to clear the ice of Melville Bay, and pass into 

 the open North Water beyond. Our hopes have, however, 

 so often been disappointed that day by day, even when in full 

 view of the land, we become less and less confident of ever 

 being able to disengage ourselves from our confinement. 

 Huge grounded bergs still hold the ice together, and until 

 they show signs of moving there is little prospect of a general 

 break-up. 



