IN WINTER QUARTERS When the removal of supplies had lightened the _Roosevelt_ so much that Bartlett got her considerably farther in shore, she lay with her nose pointing almost true north.

It cheered us, for this was her constant habit.

It seemed almost like the purpose of a living creature.

Whenever on the upward voyage--either this time or on her first trip in 1905--the ship was beset in the ice so that we lost control of her, she always swung around of her own accord and pointed north.

When twisting through the ice, if we got caught when the ship was headed east or west, it was only a little while before the pressure would swing her round till once more she looked northward.