240 A Ramble near Fury Beach. 



pair of binoculars, left by Lieutenant Robinson in 

 1849, and tlie antlers, will be my souvenirs of Fury 

 Beach. 



Leaving this curious scene, I scaled the hills in 

 rear of the beach, accompanied by Dr. Bessels. 

 They rise in terraces to a height of about 500 feet, 

 stretching away landward in long and smooth un- 

 dulations. From the summit I obtained a view of 

 the opposite shore, and could distinctly see Cape 

 Kater and Cape Garry. The ice seemed to remain 

 in the centre of the strait, leaving a clear open 

 water along the coast. We found several granitic 

 boulders on the top, conclusive evidence of the 

 upheaval of the land, which is composed of Silu- 

 rian limestone. I was fortunate enough to pick 

 up a few fossils, and brought away several geolo- 

 gical and botanical specimens. 



We returned to the ship at three o'clock, and 

 then stretched away towards the ice in the centre of 

 the strait. It turned out a very wet afternoon and 

 evening, rain falling heavily at times. The sun is 

 gradually declining, and it will not be long before 

 we lose our midnight sun, which will be a source of 

 regret, as I do the greater part of my work at 

 night, when everything is quiet. I was much 

 amused to-day at the curious fancies which sailors 

 sometimes take into their heads. One of the men 

 was suffering from a severe cold and sore throat, 

 and, having given the doctor's prescriptions a trial 



