32 Smith Sound. Friday Aug. 22, 1913. Cloudy and raw temp. 240. All day long we steamed about endeavouring to find an open way into Ellesmere Land. The Captain absolutely refused to go into a large lead running to the shore. He is greatly worried lest we lose the ship and will take no chances. We feel that he is harming our chances of reaching the land by not going in what we consider safe water close enough to see how the ice lies along the shore. Just now we are 8 to 10 miles out and can tell very little of conditions further in. This afternoon we hauled the whale boat and went after walrus. Only two men on the gun + one failed to get either one. We are standing hourly watch in the barrel watching the ice ready to take advantage of any unusual openings. Everyone has been snoring from a bad cold this week except myself. I take it that I have no sea feet because I have been forced to sleep in the power boat giving me plenty of fresh air.