I gave orders to steam ahead, hoping that we might reach Porter Bay.

But after two miles we came to another impassable barrier of ice, and it was decided that it was Cape Sheridan again for this year's winter quarters.

Back we went, and the work of getting the _Roosevelt_ inside the tide crack was begun.
My heart was light.

Those two miles beyond Cape Sheridan had given us the record of "farthest north" which any vessel had ever reached under her own steam, 82 deg.

30'.