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things looked a bit better so we got the boats aboard and started out 

 hoping to take a station half way out and then make an anchorage 

 somewhere near the mouth of the bay before dark. But we must 

 have used more gas than I thought getting here from Ryan's be- 

 cause the engine stopped just as we got past the "one illegitimate" 

 place for a light house. John and Terry decided that, if Cape Horn 

 was the "one legitimate" place for a light, why then the nubble of 

 rock commanding the narrows halfway up the fjord would be the 

 ideal spot for the "one illegitimate" place for one. There being no 

 use of continuing beating across the bay, we hoisted the fore-sail 

 and ran back to our anchorage of two nights ago. 



The evening was enlivened by Bart and Oily offering to have 

 their hair cut. Each member of the peak "staked out a claim" and 

 as each had a different idea of a hair-cut, the heads of the rash vic- 

 tims assumed a piebald appearance. As Mack insisted on using the 

 tin shears his portion of Bart's head (the back) was kind of a rough 

 and ready job. 



The day's run was six miles and in spite of two bottles of white 

 wine at supper our outlook is none too hopeful. The barometer 

 continues to rise slowly but steadily while the fog hangs on just as 

 steadily. The wind is not strong but steadily blows from the north- 

 east. 



Talk around the supper table, reading, and then gun-cleaning 

 completed the evening. 



Position Anchored in Ekprtidrsook. 

 Tuesday, August ^ist ^ Weather Fog and rain 



Wind East 



WE found the weather still just the same on waking up so had 

 breakfast before getting under way. We beat slowly out into 

 the center of the bay and took a station. No water was found colder 

 than 1.1° which is in great contrast to Nachvak for example. I 



