BARTLETT'S FARTHEST 
It was continuously daylight, but such a 
light as never was on land or sea. 
The next day was April 1, and the Farthest 
North of Bartlett. I knew at this time that 
he was to go back, and that I was to continue, 
so I had no misgivings and neither had he. 
He was ready and anxious to take the back- 
trail. His five marches were up and he was 
glad of it, and he was told that in the morn- 
ing he must turn back and knit the trail to- 
gether, so that the main column could return 
over a beaten path. 
Before going to sleep, Peary and he (Cap- 
tain Bartlett) had figured out the reckoning 
of the distance, and, to insure the Captain's 
making at least 88° north, Peary let him have 
another go, for a short distance northward, and 
at noon on the day of his return, the observa- 
tions showed that Captain Bartlett had made 
87° 47' North Latitude, or practically 88° 
north. "Why, Peary," he said, "it is just like 
every day," and so it was, with this exception, 
like every day in the Arctic, but with all of 
every day's chances and hazards. The lion-like 
month of March had passed. Captain Bartlett 
bade us all farewell. He turned back from 
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