198 MV ARCTIC JOURNAL 



that we touched the northern shore a few miles above Karnah, 

 where we gladly availed ourselves of the opportunity to jump 

 out and stretch our stiffened limbs. It was our intention to 

 camp here for the night, but after the refreshing effects of a 

 hot dinner, with ample draughts of tea, every one felt so much 

 better, although thoroughly tired out, that we determined to 

 push on to Redcliffe. As we neared Cape Cleveland the wind 

 blew a gale, but now, for the first time, it was in our favor, 

 and Mr. Peary ordered up both sails. Under Matt's skilful 

 guidance we went flying past the cliffs for the mouth of 

 McCormick Bay, dodging the hard blue lumps of ice, some 

 of which could not be seen until we were almost upon them, 

 frightening a herd of walrus into which we dashed unexpect- 

 edly, and then at last whirled round the point at Cape Cle\-e- 

 land into an eddy of quiet wind and water. Scarcely had we 

 rounded the Cape, however, when Mr. Peary's eye saw another 

 one of those white squalls rushing down upon us from Tooktoo 

 Valley, and there w'as just time to get the masts and sails 

 down, anci the men to the oars with feet braced against the 

 seats and backs straining to the bending ash-blades, when the 

 squall was upon us. The wind tore off the tops of the waves 

 and dashed them in our faces until it was impossible to see. 

 When the gusts were at their height the men could onl}' hold 

 their own and prevent the boat from being blown backward 

 out into the sound, while in the intervals between they man- 

 aged to gain a little, and in this way we crept along inch by 

 inch toward the sheltered beach on which we had landed from 



