I was able to do this, on account of the reserve supply of food which I had in my dogs themselves, in the event of our being seriously delayed by open leads.
At the next camp we made tea and ate our lunch in the igloos, rested the dogs, and then pushed on again.

The weather was fine, though there were apparently indications of a coming change.

It took all of our will power to reach the next igloos, but we did it, and were asleep almost before we had finished our supper.

Without these igloos to look forward to and work for, we should not have made this march.
Friday, April 9, was a wild day.

All day long the wind blew strong from the north-northeast, increasing finally to a gale, while the thermometer hung between 18 deg.