BARTLETT'S FARTHEST 
Thoroughly exhausted, we turned in and fell 
asleep, myself and the Esquimos too dumb 
for utterance, and Commander Peary and 
Bartlett too full of the realization of our es- 
cape to have much to say. 
The dogs were in very good condition, tak- 
ing everything into consideration. 
When we woke up it was the morning of 
another day, March 30, and we found open 
water all about us. We could not go on until 
either the lead had frozen or until it had 
raftered shut. Temperature 35° below zero, 
and the weather clear and calm with no visible 
motion of the ice. We spent the day indus- 
triously in camp, mending foot-gear, harness, 
clothing, and looking after the dogs and their 
traces. This was work enough, especially un- 
tangling the traces of the bewildered dogs. 
The traces, snarled and entangled, besides be- 
ing frozen to the consistency of wire, gave us 
the hardest work; and, owing to the activity 
of the dogs in leaping and bounding over each 
other, we had the most unideal conditions pos- 
sible to contend with, and we were handicapped 
by having to use mitted instead of ungloved 
fingers to untangle the snarls of knots. Un- 
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