CAPE SHERIDAN AT LAST To put it mildly, the position in which we now found ourselves was dangerous--even with the assistance of so experienced and steady an ice fighter as Bartlett.

As day followed day and still we hung there at Lincoln Bay, we should doubtless have been extremely anxious had the _Roosevelt_ not had a similar experience on the preceding voyage.

But we believed that sooner or later the movement of the ice would enable us to steam the few remaining miles to Cape Sheridan, and possibly beyond there; for our objective point was some twenty-five miles to the northwest of our former winter quarters in 1905-06.

We tried to possess our souls in patience, and if sometimes the delay got on our nerves, there was nothing to be gained by talking about it.
On the first of September the ice did not seem to be moving quite so rapidly.

The evening before MacMillan had been sent ashore to the bluffs beyond Shelter River, and he had reported that there was considerable open water along the shore.