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Bketehed by U. M'CormicIc, U.N. 
Pirn Point, S.W. Bay of Befuge. Cape King, S.W. by W 
moment too heavily in the swell for taking anything like an aim. We at last 
rounded the urn of ice and pulled through the stream, passing between and very 
close to several huge hard-washed blue masses of ice aground, on which a 
foaming surf was breaking, and the boat pitched and rolled so much in the 
ground swell as to ship a good deal of water, compelling us to bail her out. 
On rounding the black headland we entered, as I had anticipated, a fine bay, 
between three and four miles deep ; but after pulling for some distance along its 
wild-looking inaccessible southern shore without finding a nook where we could 
hope to get the boat's head in, being a lee shore, ice-girt, on which a dangerous 
surf was breaking, we had to pull across to the opposite side, a distance of two 
miles, the shore of which appeared in the form of low shingle ridges, giving 
promise of a beach on which we might haul up the boat in safety, as well as a 
dry ridge, free from snow, for pitching the tent. At first we rowed over a very 
shallow bottom, upon which the pebbles were distinctly seen, in a heavy groimd- 
6 well, but as we neared the north side got into deeper water. It was half an 
hour past midnight when we at last succeeded in hauling up the boat on the 
beach between some berg-pieces, which had been forced up by some vast 
pressure above the ordinary high-water mark. 
Whilst some of the crew were employed in getting the things out of the boat, 
and securing her for the night, and others pitching the tent on the shingle- 
ridge above the beach, which on landing I had selected for the site, the cook 
for the day lighted the fire, and prepared supper. I strolled with my gun along 
the ridge round the north point, where huge berg-pieces were piled up one upon 
another in chaotic confusion to the height of from twenty to thirty feet by some 
tremendous pressure, occasioned, doubtless, by high spring-tides and heavy 
north-westerly gales. 
The strong breeze we had been pulhng against, had now increased to a hard 
gale of wind from the same quarter, accompanied by an overwhelming snow 
drift. Thermometer 28°, and piercingly cold, — altogether a dismal night. So 
that we had encamped none too soon, for our frail boat could not possibly have 
lived in the sea that was now running outside. Therefore 1 called the inlet the 
Bay of Refuge, the black headland I named Cape King, and to the north 
point I gave the name of Pim, after two enterprising Polar friends, both well 
known for their enthusiasm in Arctic discovery, and their plans for the rescue of 
our missing countryman, — in the search for whom. Lieutenant Pim, like myself, 
is embarked in the present expedition. 
Cjn my return to the place of our encampment, I " spliced the main brace," 
that is, served out extra rations, in the present instance, of bacon and Burton 
ale, to the boat's crew for their supper, after their long day of toil and exposure. 
