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pick out the shoal spots. By four we were off a great high cape and 

 in only 7 fathoms. Ahead were about a thousand rocks, islands and 

 breakers. I thought we never would get through. The lead was kept 

 going steadily and we headed west as slow as the motor could be 

 run. As a matter of fact we kept sounding in 9 fathoms almost the 

 whole way in. This seems to be the average depth of the water 

 from White Bear Cape north. After threading the islands for seven 

 or eight miles in a westerly direction, a large bay came in from the 

 SW. We headed in and almost immediately got 30 fathoms and no 

 bottom. This made it pretty obvious that we were in the fjord and 

 could use full power. It was strange not being able to see any of the 

 hill tops and I fear my map-making suffered as a result. After four 

 miles we saw a long arm coming in from the NW. We continued on 

 our course hoping that ours would be the longer arm since it ran 

 more nearly parallel to the mountain system. The union of the two 

 forks forms a large bay three or four miles across. We did not stop to 

 get bottom. 



At eight o'clock we pulled in near shore and found an anchorage 

 in a small bite with 10 fathoms of water. Everyone was well con- 

 tented that we had fooled the weather and made 30 miles when we 

 were obviously never supposed to have moved. The mist and rain 

 had made it cold and wet work. 



Position Anchored in Ekprtidrsook. 

 Sunday, August zgth ^ Weather Fog and rain 



Wind Light northeast 



WOODY went ashore collecting early and found a dozen or so 

 new species. He also reports some caribou tracks around a 

 small lake set in an old cirque just back from the shore. 



After breakfast, the wind being dead ahead, we steamed out and 

 and on up the bay. Two miles above our anchorage it turned a right 



