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slopes down to the water, and is hardly deserving 

 the name of a cape. The east point of Leopold 

 Island is a very prominent feature, and if named 

 would be of some use. 



9 p.m.— Again we are enveloped in thick fog, and 

 I am thankful for the brief glimpse of land I have 

 had. A short distance from the north of Elwin 

 Bay we came up to the land ice, stretching across 

 the inlet ; fires were eased down, and we are again 

 under canvas. I am in hopes we may soon be 

 among fish, in which case I shall try and get the 

 skiff, and make a running survey of the coast of 

 North Somerset from, if possible, Fury Point to 

 Leopold Island ; it would not take me more than 

 four or five days if the weather were fine, and would 

 be to me a most interesting and delightful occupa- 

 tion — in fact, any change would be most agree- 

 able. The captain is already regretting coming 

 here, and thinks we should have done much better 

 in the middle ice. Man is never content — " the 

 more he has, the more he wants." 



The total absence of ice to the northward will 

 certainly render it almost impossible to fish should 

 a breeze spring up from that direction, for it would 

 cause such a sea to get up, as to make it dangerous 

 and almost useless to lower boats. We are now 

 feeling the motion of the ship more than we have 

 done since entering Baffin's Bay. 



Sunday, June 29th. — A most disagreeable day, 



