his book. Elsie proved to be somewhat of a dangerous undertaking, she quickly being filled with snow so slippery and compact that I was compelled to hitch ties with my toes for nearly the whole distance. the cabin was easily found but to my great disappointment was empty. with cold cramped fingers I crawled behind a rock and wrote a record of my own and there left it in a Powell's chocolate tin. Arriving at camp I found my three men all busily at work making whip stocks and cross bars out of the slabs of the mail barrel. I Elsie has just left me on my way to the glaciers to hunt a run for bears south of the cape if he can find ice enough to run upon. Have fitted him out with viscuit, tea, and gummiaw.