BARTLETT'S FARTHEST 
the Farthest North that had ever been reached 
by any one, to insure the safe return of him 
who was to go to a still Farther North, the 
very top of the world, the Pole itself. 
While waiting for Bartlett to return from 
his forced march, the main party had been at 
work, assorting dogs (by tliis time without 
much trouble, as only one was found utterly 
unfit to make progress), and rearranging 
loads, for the Captain had almost three 
hundred miles of sea-ice to negotiate be- 
fore he would reach terra firma, and he had 
to have his food-supply arranged so that it 
would carry him to the land and back to the 
ship, and dogs in good enough condition to 
pull the loads, as well as enough sledges to 
bear his equipment. When he did come back 
to our camp, before the parting, he was per- 
fectly satisfied, and with the same old confi- 
dence he swept his little party together and at 
three p. m., with a cheery "Good-by! Good 
Luck!" he was off. His Esquimo boys, at- 
tempting in English, too, gave us their "Good- 
bys." The least emotional of all of our part- 
ings; and this brave man, who had borne the 
brunt of all of the hardships, like the true- 
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