138 THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE KARLUK 
250 rounds of ammunition, matches, pick-axe, 
hatchets, a tent, snow-shoes and a tracing of the 
map of Wrangell Island. Every man had a new 
suit of Jaeger underwear given him. The parties 
were to pick up supplies along the trail so that 
they would thus be replacing supplies used on the 
march, and take full loads with them in to the land. 
For this march was to take these eight men clear 
through to Wrangell Island and they were saying 
good-by to Shipwreck Camp for good. The men 
shook hands all around and got away about eight 
o’clock in the morning. 
On one of the sledges they had a passenger. 
While we were fitting out the ship at the navy yard 
at Esquimault, some one presented us with a cat, 
as black as the ace of spades. She was kept in 
the forecastle at first; after a while she got aft and 
Mr. Hadley became greatly interested in her, 
training her to do tricks. When the ship was 
crushed and we were working to get things out of 
her before she sank I told the men to be sure not 
to forget the cat, but to put her in a basket and 
place her in the box-house. There she became very 
much at home. Early in her residence she got 
into difficulties with a dog, that had wandered 
through the entrance, by landing suddenly like an 
animated bunch of porcupine quills on the dog’s 
nose. The dog shook her off and tried to take his 
