We all left Repulse Harbor together this morning, thick and snowing at the time, laying our course by compass and by the faint glow of the sun as the sledge tracks of the day before were entirely obliterated.
After travelling for some hours, high black cliffs could be seen through the haze, which we at first thought were the high cliffs below Cape Frederick VII but to our great satisfaction proved to be the cliffs of Cape Union and Black Cape.
Near the land we encountered rough ice and fresh water pools in the hollows through which we worked with some difficulty, Cody and his Inuits leaving us here to bring up the Lincoln Bay cache to the Roosevelt.
Arriving at the camp site at Black Cape the Inuits wanted to camp having already marched about 25 miles but George and I told then we were going to the ship about eight or ten miles further. Looking back we saw them coming.
Our Cape Morris Jesup trip is over and the return trip made in good time. We have today in one march equaled ten of the English marches, have been come from the most northern point of land in this world in six marches, an average of about 35 miles a day. Have been away from ship for forty three days, have been well and strong every minute of the time, and could start back over the same road tomorrow with pleasure - a triumph for the up-to-date sledging equipment of Commander Peary.
With our variety of ships food, little exercise, our troubles will now begin.