These two, black as two Mohawk Minstrels with the blubber-soot, were dubbed "Potash and Perlmutter." Next come the dog teams, who soon overtake the cook, and the two boats bring up the rear.

Were it not for these cumbrous boats we should get along at a great rate, but we dare not abandon them on any account.

As it is we left one boat, the 'Stancomb Wills', behind at Ocean Camp, and the remaining two will barely accommodate the whole party when we leave the floe.
We did a good march of one and a half miles that night before we halted for "lunch" at 1 a.m., and then on for another mile, when at 5 a.m.we camped by a little sloping berg.
Blackie, one of Wild's dogs, fell lame and could neither pull nor keep up with the party even when relieved of his harness, so had to be shot.
Nine p.m.that night, the 27th, saw us on the march again.

The first 200 yds.

took us about five hours to cross, owing to the amount of breaking down of pressure-ridges and filling in of leads that was required.