Wind subsided toward morning, leaving drifts through which we waded all day long. About 10 o’clock it started to blow again, blinding the dogs and discouraging the Inuits who wanted to go into camp saying it was impossible to find the trail. But we plodded on through the pass up the hills down into Sail Harbor, the Capt. and I leading the way on snow shoes breaking the trail, going over it five and six times. In spite of this some of the Inuits were obliged to throw off half of their loads and some to encamp in the hollow of the hills. My two were the only ones to come through with whole loads.