An ice-chisel, a knife and some beads were left at this pile.

The shores of this bay, which I have named after Sir George Warrender, are low and clayey and the country for many miles is level and much intersected with water, but we had not leisure to ascertain whether they were branches of the bay or freshwater lakes.

Some white geese were seen this evening and some young gray ones were caught on the beach being unable to fly.

We fired at two reindeer but without success.
On August 14th we paddled the whole day along the northern shores of the sound, returning towards its mouth.

The land we were now tracing is generally so flat that it could not be descried from the canoes at the distance of four miles and is invisible from the opposite side of the sound, otherwise a short traverse might have saved us some days.