. Arctic explorations: the second Grinnell expedition in search of Sir John Franklin, 1853, '54, '55. otprints, evidently be-longing to a young one of the same species, and aboutas large as a middle-sized reindeers. Both impressionsalso were marked as if by hair growing from the pasternjoint, for behind the hoof was a line brushed in thesnow.^^^^ - -• ^ , •? To-day Hans brought in another hare he had saw seven reindeer in a large valley off BedevilledReach, and wounded one of them. This looks pro-mising for our winter commissariat. October 10, Monday.—Our depot party has beenout twenty
. Arctic explorations: the second Grinnell expedition in search of Sir John Franklin, 1853, '54, '55. otprints, evidently be-longing to a young one of the same species, and aboutas large as a middle-sized reindeers. Both impressionsalso were marked as if by hair growing from the pasternjoint, for behind the hoof was a line brushed in thesnow.^^^^ - -• ^ , •? To-day Hans brought in another hare he had saw seven reindeer in a large valley off BedevilledReach, and wounded one of them. This looks pro-mising for our winter commissariat. October 10, Monday.—Our depot party has beenout twenty days, and it is time they were back: theirprovisions must have run very low, for I enjoinedthem to leave every pound at the depot they couldspare. I am going out with supplies to look after take four of our best Newfoundlanders, now wellbroken, in our lightest sledge; and Blake will accom-pany me with his skates. We have not hands enoughto equip a sledge party, and the ice is too unsound forus to attempt to ride with a large team. The thermo-meter is still four degrees above CHAPTER XII. LEAPING A CHASM THE ICE-BELT CAPE WILLIAM WOOD — CAMP ON THE FLOES RETURN OF DEPOT PARTY — BONSALLs ADVENTURE — RESULTS — AN ESCAPE — THE THIRD CACHE —McGARY ISLAND. • / . - •./ I FOUND little or no trouble in crossing the ice untilwe passed beyond the northeast headland, which I havenamed Cape William Wood. But, on emerging intothe channel, we found that the spring tides had brokenup the great area around us, and that the passage ofthe sledge was interrupted by fissures, which werebeginning to break in every direction through theyoung ice. My first efibrt was of course to reach the land; butit was unfortunately low tide, and the ice-belt rose upbefore me like a wall. The pack Avas becoming moreand more unsafe, and I was extremely anxious to gainan asylum on shore; for, though it was easy to find atemporary refuge by retreating to the old floes whichstudded
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