We steamed down to the old winter quarters of 1905-06. Here there are heavy bergs offering a protection to us against the pack going back and forth in the tide. Taking on the few remaining dogs and filling our water tanks we started down toward Ransom. Here we met one seasons ice completely blocking the channel and ran into a niche near the shore about a mile below Ransom and waited for a chance. Here I made my last collection of flowers in Grant-Land - it might not be.