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go on shore, telling me to look out for a red ensign 

 being hoisted at the fore, as a signal for my imme- 

 diate return, which he would only hoist if he saw 

 the ice setting in. Accompanied by Dr. Bessels 

 and Hermann (one of the " Polaris " men, a Ger- 

 man), and taking sufficient provisions to last a week, 

 we left the ship at 8 p.m. and stood in with a fair 

 fresh breeze, intending to land in Fearnall Bay, to 

 the southward of Cape Garry. When we arrived 

 within a mile of the shore, I found the water so 

 shallow as to utterly preclude the possibility of 

 landing, the dingy nearly grounding. Bearing 

 up, and running along the coast to the south- 

 ward, we managed to land round a point about 

 six miles from Cape Garry. Leaving Hermann in 

 charge of the boat, the doctor and myself started to 

 explore. Walking was by no means easy, in con- 

 sequence of the numerous streams we had to cross, 

 which, running down from the hills, emptied them- 

 selves into the sea. Having long boots on, this 

 difficulty was overcome by my taking the doctor 

 on my back and carrying him over. Unfortunately 

 one river was deeper than I imagined, and the 

 water coming over my knees, made me wet for the 

 remainder of the day. Having walked rather more 

 than two miles, we saw with my glasses what we 

 imagined to be the carcase of a whale washed up on . 

 the beach, but what was our surprise, when we 

 arrived at the spot, to find traces of a large Esqui- 



