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her new position very well. The tide fell fifteen feet, 
leaving her high and dry; but, as the water rose, every 
thing was replaced, and the deck put in order for 
warping again. Every one in the little vessel turned 
to; and after much excitement, at the very top of the 
tide, she passed ‘by the skin of her teeth.’ She was 
then warped into a bight of the floe, near Fox-Trap 
Point, and there she now lies. 
“We congratulate ourselves upon effecting this cross¬ 
ing. Had we failed, we should have had to remain 
fast probably for the high tides a fortnight hence. The 
young ice is already making, and our hopes rest mainly 
upon the gales of late August and September. 
“August 13, Sunday.—Still fast to the old floe near 
Fox-Trap Point, waiting a heavy wind as our only 
means of liberation. The land-trash is cemented by 
young ice, which is already an inch and a half thick. 
The thermometer has been as low as 29°; but the fog 
and mist which prevail to-day are in our favor. The 
perfect clearness of the past five days hastened the 
growth of young ice, and it has been forming without 
intermission. 
“I took a long walk to inspect the ice toward Six- 
mile Ravine. This ice has never been moved either 
by wind or water since its formation. I found that it 
lined the entire shore with long ridges of detached 
fragments : a discouraging obstacle, if it should remain, 
in the way of our future liberation. It is in direct 
contact with the big floe that we are now fast to, and 
is the remnant of the triple lines of ‘ land-ices ’ which I 
