The going was very heavy throughout the march, and getting worse, the snow deeper than ever. There had been no strong wind in this region since we left the ship at least, for the recent falls of snow lay just as they fell. The surface of the glacial fringe during this march was intersected with narrow water cracks which seemed to delimit the larger swells, and I observed some hummocks and true crevasses. Between us and the distant cape which was our objective point another long flat glacier snout could be seen pushing far out. Two smaller glaciers abreast of our camp showed all the true glacier characteristics of seracs, crevasses, and vertical faces. I quote from my Journal: _June 18th._—Fifteen _paced_ miles in eight hours and forty-five minutes, including fifty minutes stops for angles. My own speed of three miles per hour (one-half mile in ten minutes), then a five minute wait for the dogs, just made things even. My brain is numb with the incessant ‘one, two, three’ of counting my paces all day long. The travelling continuously very heavy. I have paced the entire fifteen miles, and the men (on snowshoes as usual) have walked beside their sledges. Without snowshoes we should not have made over half the distance, perhaps not more than five miles. One dog played out and dragged into camp behind the sledge, three others next door to it. We are now abreast of what looks as if it might be a musk-ox country and I must go in and reconnoitre it as soon as we have had some sleep and the weather permits. I cannot give the dogs more than the allowance of pemmican, and that is not enough for them in this heavy going. The first half of the march was clear, following a brilliant day in camp, then clouds and fog gathered with a wind directly in our faces, and the latter part of the march was decidedly bleak and cold, in striking contrast to the previous one, when I travelled comfortably in my blanket shirt. Almost by the time the tent was pitched, it was snowing, and is now snowing and blowing heavily from the southwest (true). The course to-day has been for the most distant cape, and using this line as a long base, I have fixed points of the coast by intersections. It is rather aggravating that the day on which I begin my running survey, should be worse than previous ones, but that is the Arctic way. In to-day’s march we passed the mouth of a black precipitous-walled bay, some eight to ten miles wide at its mouth, with apparently several interior ramifications. _Mine!_ CHAPTER X WESTWARD OVER THE GLACIAL FRINGE OF GRANT LAND (CONTINUED) It blew and snowed all day of the 18th, and for several hours of the 19th. Then the snow ceased, but the wind continued with increased force, keeping up a blinding cloud of drift.