I could hardly believe my eyes this morning. After travelling for five hours through terrible going, rubble ice, holes, soft snow, we came to what the Inuits called "Nu-ka-pā-teer seeko," young ice. It seemed too good to be true. When we had reached the end of it I decided to pitch tupik so as to take a sounding. Found the depth of water to be 91 fathoms, temperature 29°.
Can see more young ice ahead so will not take a sight today, but will push on for all we are worth.