'12th day Monday, May 14. Left camp at 11:20 last night. Temp. -10° F. Good quince and a bear. Has our luck changed? I had planned on another wallowing through wind to-day, but, to my surprise the surface hardened up in front of Yale glacier, enabling me to go along at a rattling pace, following one of the numerous bear tracks route. When about half way along four of Yale Glaciers we sighted a bear making all possible speed south following closely edge of glacier. Archie and E with a dog jumped ahead with their guns, not rapidly enough to overtake him until at end of two miles, where they found him in the water in the tidal cracks between the sea ice and the glacier. Our dog was in with him, therefore Archie shot the bear at once to save the dog. The bear is a male measuring 7 feet in length. Have taken a double