away my husband.” We promised to bring him back. We stored al unnecessary provision in the hut, and were ready to set out at 1:30 A.M. The wind was fair, but a steady cold rain was pelting us. I thought we might reach the so-called ice mountain before night, judging from what I had seen of the country, but our guide said this was impossible, that a point we reached about 1:30 P.M. was the only safe harbor, and that only by rising early next day would we be able to reach the ice. This I did not believe, but Mr. Young remonstrated against disregarding our guide, and I yielded. Ten days later the mend of our guide’s party went to the ice, killed 6 seals and returned to their huts the same day, showing how easily and comfortably the miss...