Our longer sleep of the night before had heartened both ourselves and the dogs, and with renewed energy we took to the trail again about one o'clock in the afternoon.

At a quarter past two we passed Bartlett's igloo on the north side of an enormous lead which had formed since we went up.

We were a little over two hours crossing this lead.
It was not until eleven that night when we again picked up the main trail, in Henson's first pioneer march.

When, traveling well in advance of the sledges I picked it up and signaled to my men that I had found it, they nearly went crazy with delight.

The region over which we had just come had been an open sea at the last full moon, and a brisk wind from any direction excepting the north would make it the same again; or the raftering from a north wind would make it a ragged surface of broken plate glass.
It may seem strange to the reader that in this monotonous waste of ice we could distinguish between the various sections of our upward marches and recognize them on return.