AFTER SEAL. 
357 
We will be gone for some days probably, tenting it in 
the open air; but our sick men—that is to say, all 
of us—are languishing for fresh meat.” 
I started with Hans and five dogs, all we could 
muster from our disabled pack, and reached the “ Pin- 
nacly Berg” in a single hour’s run. But where was 
the water ? where were the seal ? The floes had closed, 
STARTING TO HUNT. 
and the crushed ice was all that told of our intended 
hunting-ground. 
Ascending a berg, however, we could see to the 
north and west the dark cloud-stratus which betokens 
water. It ran through our old battle-ground, the “ Bergy 
Belt,”—the labyrinth of our wanderings after the lrozen 
party of last winter. I had not been over it since, and 
the feeling it gave me was any thing but joyous. 
