CHAPTER XXII. 
THE BAKERY-THE GUITAR GHOST-THE BOAT CAMP—NESSARK'S 
WIFE-OUT IN A GALE — CAPE MISERY-THE BURROW-THE 
RETREAT. 
The sledge-party under Mr. Brooks had advanced to 
within three miles of the hut when I reached them on 
my return. They had found the ice more practicable, 
and their health was improving. But their desire for 
food had increased proportionably; and, as it was a well- 
understood rule of our commissariat not to touch the 
reserved provision of the boats, it became necessary to 
draw additional supplies from the brig. The seven 
hundred pounds of bread-dust, our entire stock, could 
not be reduced with safety. 
But the dogs were wanted to advance the contents 
of our Anoatok storehouse to the stations farther south, 
and I resolved to take Tom Hickey with me and walk 
back for another baking exploit. It was more of an 
effort than I counted on: we were sixteen hours on the 
ice, and we had forgotten our gutta-percha eyautick, or 
slit goggles. The glare of the sun as we entered the 
curve of our ice-cumbered harbor almost blinded us. 
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