74 THE LOG OF THE 



Position Cross Hamilton Inlet 

 Tuesday, September yth <| Weather Cloudy 



Wind Southwest 



WHILE beating through Cutthroat Teckle a little yawl passed 

 us going north. She was evidently not a fisherman as she 

 was painted black and carried no boats. Although we could not see 

 her name I think she must have been one of Dr. Grenfell's boats. 

 One thing that leads me to believe that she came from no great 

 distance was that she had her engine going with a nice following 

 wind. 



At eleven we went ashore at Smoky to send telegrams. It is a 

 great relief to have it over with as I am sure families have started 

 worrying. As a matter of fact we are only about one day behind 

 schedule but it is a month and four days since they heard from us 

 last. 



During the afternoon we beat down to George Island. The 

 weather being so bad, head wind and rain, I decided to anchor for 

 the night. Being badly in need of water, we took the boats ashore 

 with the "Risk" acting as tug. Only one small trickle of water 

 empties into the bay. This came out across a sandy beach at the very 

 back of the harbor. We had a terrible time even filling two kegs. 

 The water had to be carried across the sand for fifty yards and there 

 was considerable surf through which the boats had to be launched 

 again. Luckily the "Evinrude" started first crack and we were soon 

 clear of the breakers. It was dark when we got back to the schooner. 



The evening was passed very pleasantly with the help of brandy 

 and champagne. Terry and I had considerable trouble getting the 

 crew to bed. In fact it was one o'clock before everything was quiet. 

 At five Woody, Terry and myself got the schooner under way and 

 headed down the shore with a light westerly. 



