. Arctic explorations: the second Grinnell expedition in search of Sir John Franklin, 1853, '54, '55. cGary, who wasworn down to a mere shadow of his former rotundity;very horny, and they water up like bladders. Therest had suffered in their feet; but, like good fellows,postponed limping until they reached the ship. Within the last three days they had marched fifty-four miles, or eighteen a day. Their sledge beingempty, and the young ice north of Cape Bancroftsmooth as a mirror, they had travelled, the day beforewe met them, nearly twenty-five miles. A very re-markable pace for men who had bee
. Arctic explorations: the second Grinnell expedition in search of Sir John Franklin, 1853, '54, '55. cGary, who wasworn down to a mere shadow of his former rotundity;very horny, and they water up like bladders. Therest had suffered in their feet; but, like good fellows,postponed limping until they reached the ship. Within the last three days they had marched fifty-four miles, or eighteen a day. Their sledge beingempty, and the young ice north of Cape Bancroftsmooth as a mirror, they had travelled, the day beforewe met them, nearly twenty-five miles. A very re-markable pace for men who had been twenty-eightdays in the field. My supplies of hot food, coffee, and marled beefsoup, which I had brought with me, were very oppor-tune. They had almost exhausted their bread; and,being unwilling to encroach on the depot stores, hadgone without fuel in order to save alcohol. Leavingorders to place my own sledge stores in cache, I re-turned to the brig, ahead of the party, with my dog-sledge, carrying Mr. Bonsall with me. On this return I had much less difficulty with the RONS ALLS ADVENTURE. 133. NEWFOUNDLAND DOG TEAM. ice-cracks; my team of Newfoundlanders leaping themin almost every instance, and the impulse of oursledge carrying it across. On one occasion, while wewere making these flying leaps, poor Bonsall wastossed out, and came very near being carried underby the rapid tide. He fortunately caught the runnerof the sledge as he fell, and I succeeded, by whippingup the dogs, in hauling him out. He was, of course,wet to the skin; but we were only twenty miles fromthe brig, and he sustained no serious injury from hisimmersion. 134 GENERAL RESULTS. I return to my journal. The spar-deck—or, as we call it from its woodencovering, the House—is steaming with the buffalo-robes, tents, boots, socks, and heterogeneous costum-ings of our returned parties. We have ample workin repairing these and restoring the disturbed orderof our domestic life. The men feel the effects of theirj
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