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The wind slackened gradually during the early morning, but even 

 so we had made a good day's run. 



Position Off Battle Harbor 

 Thursday, September gth <J Weather Cloudy with some fog 



Wind Light and variable 



A MOST discouraging day. Nothing but the current to help us 

 . along. About ten o'clock we made out the islands near Battle 

 Harbor ahead but all day long we had to sit watching the whales as 

 we just crawled along. It soon became a race between us and six 

 o'clock. •'Without the "Evinrude" we would have lost, but by taking 

 the dory in tow and leaving the schooner off Great Island we were 

 ashore by five-thirty. There we found a huge pile of mail and 

 some telegrams. I bought a drum of gasoline and some butter. A 

 man called Austen came up and introduced himself. He said he was 

 a zoologist and had been studying the birds of the coast. Appar- 

 ently he had been looking most of the summer for us and we being 

 in such a great hurry had to run off without hardly saying a word to 

 him. The harbor was crammed full of "green fishers" (14 of them) 

 and one Norwegian tramp steamer which had come to buy fish from 

 the "liveres." The fishing had been a failure and neither steamer or 

 schooners had any fish to speak of. They were all much surprised to 

 learn that the boats from Seglek north had done so well. The harbor 

 being so very small and filled with such extraordinary old boats, it 

 was quite a sight especially from the hill near the wireless station. 

 The captain of the tramp steamer was tremendously fat and had a 

 small rat-like dog. They both were parading up and down the pier. I 

 imagine there is little work to do with the fishing so poor. 



We cleared out and were soon aboard the "Chance." Bob soon had 

 some gas in the tanks and we steamed off, the deck in complete con- 

 fusion as everyone sat reading his mail. Even Jack nearly spoiled 



