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were forced to retrace their steps and begin again. 
Constantly baffled, but, like true fellows, determined 
to “ go ahead,” they at last found a lane some six miles 
to the west, which led upon their right course. But 
they were from eight o’clock at night till two or three 
of the next morning, puzzling their way out of the 
maze, like a blind man in the streets of a strange city. 
June 19, Monday.—At 8.45 A. M. they encamped. 
Morton then climbed a berg, in order to select their 
best road. Beyond some bergs he caught glimpses of 
a great white plain, which proved to be the glacier 
seen far into the interior; for, on getting up another 
berg farther on, he saw its face as it fronted on the 
bay. This was near its northern end. It looked full 
of stones and earth, while large rocks projected out 
from it and rose above it here and there. 
They rested till half-past ten, having walked all the 
time to spare the dogs. After starting, they went on 
for ten miles, but were then arrested by wide seams in 
the ice, bergs, and much broken ice. So they turned 
about, and reached their last camp by twelve, mid¬ 
night. They then went westward, and, after several 
trials, made a way, the dogs running well. It took 
them but two hours to reach the better ice, for the 
bergs were in a narrow belt. 
The chasms between them were sometimes four feet 
wide, with water at the bottom. These they bridged 
in our usual manner; that is to say, they attacked the 
neai’est large hummocks with their axes, and, chopping 
them down, rolled the heaviest pieces they could move 
