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SCOTl^'S LAST EXPEDITION 
[February 
At noon we came across a picturesque tunnel in the 
ice, about three feet wide, seven feet high, and one hundred 
feet long. It had been cut out by thaw waters which had 
now drained away. 
In and out wound the lanes, forming a regular network 
through all sorts of picturesque pinnacles. Here was one 
like a yacht on stocks, there a perfect wedding-cake 
twelve feet high, again a lady's bonnet, and so on in infinite 
variety. At close of day we pitched Camp Labyrinth. 
On the 24th we emerged from the pinnacles and 
reached the coast moraines again near Heald Island. 
Here I decided to make our terminal camp. In a gravelly 
hollow we pitched the tent and next morning was devoted 
to a ' make and mend.' All our sleeping-bags and fin- 
nesko were wet with the sloppy ice-floors of the last week — 
for wc had not been able to find any snow-drifts on which 
to camp. They are much warmer and drier than ice. 
Behind the tent to the north were slopes about 1000 
feet high leading to empty ' hanging ' valleys. These 
radiated from the base of the Lister scarp, which rose 
in one steep face 10,000 feet to the summit. This face 
was pitted by gigantic cup valleys or, as they are technically 
called, cwms, and presented a spectacle which probably 
could be paralleled nowhere in the world. 
Looking southward across the Koettlitz from the 
mouth of one of these hanging valleys one could see 
some sort of plan in the icy maze which had so bewildered 
us. Above Heald Island the valley was filled with the 
glacial stream in a normal uniform mass, interrupted only 
by crevasses and falls. But to the east of Heald Island 
