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AKCTIC KESEAKCH EXPEDITION. 



was extensive. It included the whole coast that terminates Fro- 

 bisher Bay. I embraced that as the last opportunity I would 

 have of linking together, by the use of my survey instruments, 

 many important places in that locality. Some of the observations 

 I there made for relative geographical positions include the fol- 

 lowing points : the Great Gateway ; Hazard's Banks, place of fif- 

 teenth encampment ; Peale Point ; place of twelfth encampment, 

 by Sylvia Grinnell Eiver ; place of fourteenth encampment ; place 

 of thirteenth and sixteenth encampments ; island " Frobisher's 

 Farthest ;" and a long line of coast down on the Kingaite side. 



Having accomplished my purpose, we then quickly returned to 

 the boat. Again we made sail ; but hardly had we started, when, 

 in an instant, we were aground. Out jumped Koojesse, who, with 

 two or three good " heaves" cleared the shore, and once more away 

 we went. But soon — ahead, here, there, every where — shoals ap- 

 peared. Koojesse, however, now showed himself to possess much 

 of the daring and fearlessness of a skillful sailor. He was the 

 wild spirit guiding us safely through many dangers. His skill, 

 however, could not save us from a peril into which we now ran, 

 and out of which we escaped only by the care of a merciful Prov- 

 idence. The tide proved too strong for us, and we found our- 

 selves, near nightfall, driven on a small rocky island of the harbor 

 by our sixteenth encampment. We at length made our slow and 

 tedious way in the midst of a strong gale, among dangerous shoals 

 and threatening waves. At times, driven out of our course by the 

 force of the wind, we would lose all the ground we had gained, 

 finding ourselves really farther from home than when we started ; 

 and at last we were on the point of giving up in despair of reach- 

 ing our encampment that night, when the tide turned. Even with 

 this favoring us, we sped along in imminent peril; and now, 

 while I write, the thought of that moment comes to me with a 

 thrill of excitement. As we flew over a rocky bottom that al- 

 most kissed our keel, I exchanged looks with my companions 

 that expressed more than words could have said; and as now 

 and then our boat would ride with a shock upon some boulder in 

 its course, all hands would work with a silent energy which spoke 

 volumes regarding the critical posture of our affairs. Our satis- 

 faction and my gratitude may be imagined when we at last reach- 

 ed the spot we called home, and found hot coffee, besides all the 

 comforts of Innuit life, awaiting us at the hands of Suzhi. 



Thursday, September 12th, was the thirty-fifth day from the 



