162 THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE KARLUK 
over our trail, arrived an hour and a half after we 
did. We were overjoyed to find the driftwood for, 
although we were pretty sure of finding it, yet we 
were a little dubious and it was a great relief to 
my mind to know that fuel was assured. 
We could see a good deal of the island from the 
spit, which made out from land some distance into 
the ocean. Waring Point lay far to the east of 
us and Evans Point to the west. The geographi¬ 
cal names on Wrangell Island are derived from the 
names of the officers of the U. S. S. Rodgers who 
explored the island in 1881. On a clear day like 
this it was not unusual to be able to see for seventy 
miles. The northeast side of the island, on which 
we now were, sent several low sandy spits out from 
the land, thus forming lagoons which of course 
were covered with ice. Near the coast were low 
mountains and valleys, with higher peaks in the 
interior beyond. Here and there on the beach 
were dead trees that had drifted ashore, with the 
roots sticking up into the air; we also found planks 
and other lumber. Everything was snowclad and 
white, only a degree less cheerless than the frozen 
ocean itself. 
The next day Munro, Chafe, Breddy and Wil¬ 
liams went back with all the dogs and sledges to 
the last camp on the ice, fifteen miles from our 
landing-place, and brought in all the supplies we 
