By 5 p.m. it was becoming dusk so we pulled up to a stout detached little floe
in the middle of a large bay in the pack edge, unloaded and hauled up the boats
as before, had a frugal supper of 4 ozs. dog pemmican (cold) each and a rich
beverage made from 2 1/3 lbs. "Trumilk" powder, pitched the tents and turned
in.
During the night a strong W wind sprang up, the swell increased and the little
floe rocked so much that one or two were seasick again. [A] good slice broke
off one corner of the floe between 1 a.m. and 2 a.m.
