at 7th, 8th Sun 39° E We are in a beautiful sheltered place for a camp. A light Southerly wind cut on the ice but here in Iceland broken parts of a berg there is not a breath. While measuring was is finding the finest gap I have ever seen, thirteen feet seven inches across the bed platform, I obtain some excellent azimuths and three good sights for longitude. What a contrast to two years ago at this time when I reached the northern end of this land. With clothes driven full of snow and having faces a bitter wind all day we due our way into a snow bank and slept. Everything was an uncertainty; my supporting party, my food supply, the location of Crocker Land, the condition of the ice. Longest old prospect is bright. I am here with enough of everything.