BORUP'S FARTHEST NORTH That night was one of the noisiest that I have ever spent in an igloo, and none of us slept very soundly.

Hour after hour the rumbling and complaining of the ice continued, and it would not have surprised us much if at any moment the ice had split directly across our camp, or even through the middle of one of our igloos.

It was not a pleasant situation, and every member of the party was glad when the time came to get under way again.
In the morning we found a passage across the lead a short distance to the east of our camp over some fragments which had become cemented together during the cold night.

We had only gone forward a few hundred yards when we came upon the igloo which Henson had occupied.

This did not indicate rapid progress.
[Illustration: COPYRIGHT, 1910, BY FREDERICK A.STOKES COMPANY A TYPICAL EXAMPLE OF THE DIFFICULTIES OF WORKING SLEDGES OVER A PRESSURE RIDGE] At the end of six hours we came upon another of Henson's igloos--not greatly to my surprise.