I wonder why we did not think of this before.

We have been here almost two and a half years; therefore, this is the season when the sun is beginning to shine in at the southern opening of the earth.

The long cold night is on in the Spitzbergen country." "What shall we do ?" I inquired.
"There is only one thing we can do," my father replied, "and that is to go south." Accordingly, he turned the craft about, gave it full reef, and started by the compass north but, in fact, directly south.

The wind was strong, and we seemed to have struck a current that was running with remarkable swiftness in the same direction.
In just forty days we arrived at Delfi, a city we had visited in company with our guides Jules Galdea and his wife, near the mouth of the Gihon river.

Here we stopped for two days, and were most hospitably entertained by the same people who had welcomed us on our former visit.
We laid in some additional provisions and again set sail, following the needle due north.
On our outward trip we came through a narrow channel which appeared to be a separating body of water between two considerable bodies of land.
There was a beautiful beach to our right, and we decided to reconnoiter.
Casting anchor, we waded ashore to rest up for a day before continuing the outward hazardous undertaking.