TO THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE KARLUK 
crest of Icy Spit to the main shore and then con¬ 
tinued along the line of the coast. At times we 
could not see more than a dozen yards ahead of us 
and the wind kept on increasing in violence. The 
travelling, however, so far as the going under foot 
was concerned, was very good, because the snow 
was hard and windswept. We followed the la¬ 
goons down to Bruch Spit and then kept close 
alongshore, inside of the heavy grounded floes. 
On our way we passed quantities of stranded drift- 
wood. At 6.30 p. m. we stopped near Skeleton 
Island and built our igloo for the night. 
When we started to use our tea boiler, after we 
had finished our igloo and crawled inside, we found 
that in some unaccountable manner a small hole had 
opened in the bottom, though I had tried out this 
boiler the last thing before I left the camp. So 
I made use of a device which I had learned fpien 
I was a little boy in Newfoundland. One Satur¬ 
day, I remember, we went berry-picking and took 
along a great iron boiler to cook our dinner in. 
When we came to use the boiler we found there was 
a crack in it so that it leaked. We had with us 
some hard Newfoundland biscuit and my Grand¬ 
mother Bartlett soaked a couple of pounds of these 
biscuit, plastered them inside the boiler over the 
crack and made it all tight. Another time I was 
going up to Labrador in our steam launch. It was 
