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have been a fair tumble, however, if I had got a good start over 

 the edge. 



Our comrade's loss of nerve was only momentary and he soon re- 

 gained his equanimity. So far so, in fact, that he was presently doing 

 special stunts in crossing crevasses to assure himself and the rest of 

 us that he was afraid of nothing. 



Thus we seesawed and back-tracked and laboriously worked our 

 way, mile after mile, up and down these ice ridges in quest of snow 

 bridges and crossings to get us over the crevasses which grew more and 

 more difficult, until we finally reached a great gaping fisher which was 

 absolutely impassable. It was now much past noon and we were still 

 about a third of a mile or more from the foot of Wilson Glacier, which, 

 however, now loomed up most beautifully before us, as is shown in 

 figure 51. 



We, therefore, photographed the glacier and some interesting 

 crevasse forms, as well as making a good panorama of the region in 

 general from this point of vantage, as is shown in figure 52. 



Then we started to retrace our steps to camp and learned how much 

 farther it may be to go back over a trail than to make the original 

 journey. Our lack of lunch added several miles to that return journey. 



It was not to exceed two miles in an air line from v/here we were 

 back to camp, but we were obliged to travel at least twice as far to 

 wind our way back among the crevasses to the eastern margin of the 

 glacier. Here our yodle apprized our faithful cook of our coming and 

 when we had made our toilsome way up the precipitous moraine, we 

 were ready for the hot soup and other viands he had prepared. Am- 

 brosia never was more acceptable. 



We had been on the ice for ten and a half hours and had made 

 probably ten miles over a portion of the glacier almost never before 

 visited by anyone and certainly never by anyone with such a battery of 

 cameras as ours. 



We had our close-ups of Wilson Glacier, but are still waiting to 

 record the beauty of an avalanche over its precipice, but we all agreed 

 that it must remain unrecorded for a considerable time to come before 

 we will repeat our day's adventure, at least, if we must again do it on 

 as short rations as we had carried on this occasion. 



