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of the interior. Once there, we continued our march, ahvays 

 northeastward, till on the 27th of June I discerned black 

 mountain-summits rising above the horizon of the ice-cap, 



directly ahead of us. 

 Then the northwest en- 

 trance of a fjord came 

 into view, and we could 

 trace its course south- 

 easterly just beyond the 

 nearer mountains of the 

 land north and north- 

 east. I changed my 

 course to east, when I 

 was soon confronted by 

 the land and the fjord 

 beyond. Then I turned 

 to the southeast, and 

 traveled in that direc- 

 tion until the 1st of July, 

 when we, after fifty- 

 seven days of journey- 

 ing over a barren waste 

 of snow, stepped upon the rocks of a strange new land, lying 

 red-brown in the sunlight, and dotted with snow-drifts here 

 and there. The murmur of rushing streams, the roar of leap- 

 ing cataracts from the ice- cap, and the song of snow-buntings 

 made the air musical. Leaving the sledge and our supplies at 



The Land beyond the Ice. 



