Friday May 11 9th day. Our fates are not a bit kind Another long day of eleven hours plodding through deep snow. However there is this reward, - I find the coast quite different from the map. Am constantly taking bearings and observations for latitude. In Cadogan Inlet I left- a cache of 3 gal. oil, one tin biscuit, and forty eight pounds I pemmican for our return. At four o'clock on this side the Bay, told me there is a spouting stream of water winter and summer. Two seals were seen on the ice but disappeared before we could fire at them. As soon as camp was made Carlso descried a bear with his binoculars some distance away to the Southward, the boys have now gone after him - 22.9 at midnight.