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the sledges onward at all, you would suddenly find 
they ignored the weight of them, and the two teams 
would rush together as quickly as lightning, and, 
before you were able to interfere, they would be one 
entangled mass of straps, dogs, provisions, ropes, and 
snow. When you at last, by using the whips and 
shouting, managed to calm the dogs somewhat, you 
might, after a most mixed work of pulling, lifting, 
cutting and mending, succeed in extricating the different 
particles of this complicated travelling gear; then off 
they are again, rolled in one bundle, biting and barking 
worse than ever. After a long day's march, when 
temperature and weather already had tried one's good 
nature near its limits, such incidents were apt to upset 
the equilibriums of the best-balanced tempers of ШС 
members. 
We fought our way towards the cape amidst 
heavy and hummocky screwing. We had to pick 
our way carefully, thereby travelling double the 
distance we had to go. In the deep new drifts of 
snow the men and dogs had to work hard. We 
traversed some miles in a S.S.E. direction, and then 
I sent Fougner and the Finn Savio back to camp 
for some material which I deemed desirable for our 
journey, and which had been left behind. In the 
meanwhile Ole Must and І struggled onwards, 
covering some miles more on comparatively smooth 
ice. We reached a field of heavily screwed ice where 
the pointed blue rocks had reared on end with deep 
cracks in between; they were sharp like the edges 
of so many knives, ready to cut the slides of our 
sledges. Here we stopped to await the arrival of 
Mr. Fougner and the Finn Savio. We laid down 
