144 THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE KARLZJK 
We had reached a point beyond the second camp 
by nightfall. Here we stopped. We had in¬ 
tended to make the third camp, but it was get¬ 
ting very dark, we had been up all the previous 
night, had worked hard all day and were very tired, 
so we were forced to pitch our tents and had to 
spend a miserable night under canvas. The tent 
was not large enough for us, yet all four of us occu¬ 
pied it and our breathing filled it with condensa¬ 
tion. Our dogs, too, were rather sluggish the 
first day out, for they had been well stuffed with 
food during the time of our enforced delay in 
camp. 
We welcomed daylight the next morning and 
turned out at four o’clock, and after our standard 
ration of tea, biscuit and pemmican, were soon on 
the march. All hands were glad to be off and the 
dogs, too, worked better than on the first day, so 
we made good progress. In most places the road 
had been destroyed by the storm of the past few 
days, so the work of the preliminary sledging par¬ 
ties was of little use to us, though sometimes we 
could make out where the trail led; chiefly, how¬ 
ever, we had to make our own way, guided by the 
empty pemmican tins and flags, where these still 
stayed up, and by the sight of Wrangell Island to 
the southwest. We managed to keep the general 
direction of the travelled road from camp to camp, 
