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the 29th, Mr. Brooks, McGary, and myself, walked 
fourteen miles along the marginal ice: it was heavy 
and complicated with drift, but there was nothing about 
it to make me change my purpose. 
My boat crew consisted of seven, all of them volun¬ 
teers and reliable:—Brooks, Bonsall, McGary, Sontag, 
Riley, Blake, and Morton. We had buffalo-robes for 
our sleeping-gear, and a single extra day suit was put 
on board as common property. Each man carried his 
THE FORLORN HOPE, EQUIPPED. 
girdle full of woollen socks, so as to dry them by the 
warmth of his body, and a tin cup, with a sheath-knife, 
at the belt: a soup-pot and lamp for the mess com¬ 
pleted our outfit. 
In less than three hours from my first order, the 
“Forlorn Hope” was ready for her work, covered with 
tin to prevent her being cut through by the bay-ice; 
and at half-past three in the afternoon she was freighted, 
launched, and on her way. 
I placed Mr. Olilsen in command of the Advance, and 
Dr. Ilaycs in charge of her log: Mr. Ohlsen with orders 
