. Arctic explorations: the second Grinnell expedition in search of Sir John Franklin, 1853, '54, '55. THE FORLORN HOPE, EQUIPPED. girdle full of woollen socks, so as to dry them by thewarmth of his body, and a tin cup, with a sheath-knife,at the belt: a soup-pot and lamp for the mess com-pleted our outfit. In less than three hours from my first order, theForlorn Hope was ready for her work, covered withtin to prevent her being cut through by the bay-ice;and at half-past three in the afternoon she was freighted,launched, and on her way. I placed Mr. Ohlsen in command of the Advance, andDr. Haye
. Arctic explorations: the second Grinnell expedition in search of Sir John Franklin, 1853, '54, '55. THE FORLORN HOPE, EQUIPPED. girdle full of woollen socks, so as to dry them by thewarmth of his body, and a tin cup, with a sheath-knife,at the belt: a soup-pot and lamp for the mess com-pleted our outfit. In less than three hours from my first order, theForlorn Hope was ready for her work, covered withtin to prevent her being cut through by the bay-ice;and at half-past three in the afternoon she was freighted,launched, and on her way. I placed Mr. Ohlsen in command of the Advance, andDr. Hayes in charge of her log: Mr. Ohlsen with orders 90 DEPARTURE. to haul the brig to the southward and eastward into asafe berth, and there to await my return. Many a warm shake of the hand from the crew weleft showed me that our good-bye was not a mere for-mahty. Three hearty cheers from all hands followedus,—a God-speed as we pushed BROKEN RUDDER. CHAPTER IX. THE DEPOT JOURNEY — THE ICE-BELT—CROSSING MINTURN RIVER— SKELETON MUSK OX — CROSSING THE GLACIER — PORTAGE OE INSTRUMENTS EXCESSIVE BURDEN MARY MINTURN RIVER FORDING THE RIVER — THACKERAY HEADLAND — CAPE GEORGERUSSELL—RETURN TO THE BRIG — THE WINTER HARBOR. I:Nr the first portions of our journey, we found a nar-row but obstructed passage between the ice-belt andthe outside pack. It was but a few yards in width,and the young ice upon it was nearly thick enough tobear our weight. By breaking it up we were able witheffort to make about seven miles a day. After such work, wet, cold, and hungry, the nightsrest was very welcome. A couple of stanchions wererigged fore and aft, a sail tightly spread over the canvascover of our boat, the cooking-lamp lit, and the buffalo-robes spread out. Dry socks replaced the wet; hot teaand pemmican followed; and very soon we forgot thediscomforts of the day, the smokers musing over theirpipes, and tlie sleepers
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