A day of interesting incidents. On arriving at Cape Frederick VII we found the ice foot entirely gone, the snow had melted leaving a sloping, slippery point terminating into a steep drop into the sea.
Looking it over we decided to try it. With all three guiding the komatik we crept slowly along until on the very point when the whole thing started to slide. The upsetting of the sledge was the only thing which saved it, the load presenting more friction to the slippery ice than the iron runners. When trying to right the sledge I slipped again but just managed to grasp the tail of a snow shoe.
This over we struck out across Lincoln Bay threading our way among the leads and endeavoring to avoid rotten ice. In crossing a hole the bottom fell out, the komatik upset, hanging on the edge by one runner, and Jack hanging to the upstanders up to his waist in water not daring to let go for it meant a swim and not daring to climb for he would sink the komatik. Of course the dogs stopped just when they shouldn't and for a moment it looked serious. Pulling, tugging, yelling and whipping the dogs we succeeded in yanking it out of the water. Here we waited for Jack to change his clothes.
To cross Shelter River we were obliged to unload again and ford the stream carrying everything on our heads. A little beyond Cape Union the deep water of the ice foot compelled us to camp.
The sledging is wicked. At Lincoln Bay Koodlookto left his Conger trunk containing a large number of my Conger souvenirs, hoping that there may be an opportunity to get them again if the Roosevelt is driven in here for shelter.
At the camp I shall leave my kamik-pucks, four seal-skins, sheep skin koolatah, and lantern box.