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going onto Sandwich Bay with the "Evenrude" and taking water 

 temperatures. We had planned to do this early while the rest of the 

 crew were watering the ship. The poor old "Risk"^, is no heavy 

 weather boat. 



After I had had a few more hours sleep I was again awakened by 

 somebody starting the engine. The wind was so strong that we had 

 dragged considerably. As everybody was then up, we hove up the 

 anchor and steamed over near the well used by those living in Cart- 

 wright (a distance of about a mile). While looking for a place to 

 anchor the keel touched bottom. The water flowing out of Sand- 

 wich Bay is so muddy that you can't see bottom any more than 

 you can home. Somehow in these waters one gets too used to the 

 fact that in general you cannot hit until long after the bottom is 

 clearly visible. 



We had breakfast and filled three kegs with water. There was no 

 use getting more as the water was quite brown. Meanwhile the 

 decks had been washed down and the hold tidied up. 



Soon after we were off our old friend Pompey Island the wind be- 

 gan to slacken and by three we had to call on the engineering de- 

 partment. John's prediction of the morning came true for by four . 

 o'clock it was raining and it continued to do so all through two 

 stations which we made off the sandy stretch of coast just south of 

 Hamilton Inlet. 



We steamed into a large bite in George Island and there found 

 two nice little schooners anchored in one corner with their sterns 

 tied to the shore. The crew of one of them came aboard and we had 

 a talk and smoke on deck. One of them, a tall, lanky, nice looking 

 fellow, used two fine words in the course of his conversation — 

 casuality and Robinson Caruso. The night was fine although a bit 

 hazy. 



