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32 OLD BEACON KNOB. 
“ We had not been able to get the dogs out, when 
the big moon appeared above the water-smoke. A 
familiar hill, £ Old Beacon Knob,’ was near. I scram¬ 
bled to its top and reconnoitred the coast around it. 
The ridge about Cape Hatherton. seemed to jut out of 
a perfect chaos of broken ice. The water—that inex¬ 
plicable North Water—was there, a long black wedge, 
THE WATER. 
overhung by crapy wreaths of smoke, running to the 
northward and eastward. Better than all yet,—could 
1 be deceived?—a trough through the hummock-ridges, 
and level plains of ice stretching to the south! 
“Hans heard my halloo, and came up to confirm 
me. But for our disabled dogs and the waning moon¬ 
light, we could easily have made our journey. It was 
with a rejoiced heart that I made my way back to our 
miserable little caveni, and restuffed its gaping entrance 
