on deck by the aid of twilight. Baffin Island is plainly visible, part of which there is in the icy glow of the departed sun. Our progress is slow due to a strong south-westerly current. The sea appears like a running stream. Capt Bartlett thinks because we have seen so little ice as yet that the great pack will be very far to the north. He therefore advises Mr. Etten to go ahead with his proposed trip to the Devil's Thumb. It is constant in remarkable how free the sea is of ice. Even here one finds and far between! It is cruel that we are more than three or four at a time. Sunday August 7-97. Cape Haven, Baffin Land. The steamer dropped anchor in the bay opposite the American whaling station in charge of Mr. Dan Jensen and the land area of the station rises to 580 (American) feet at 4.10 U.M. The harbor is a very narrow one After breakfast Mr. White and I started out in our dog-sleds to proceed to the collecting plants on the little back of the whaling station. Our surprise is great. We are transported to a new land, one just being