Beautiful clear cold morning
7 oclock : Everybody from the Eskimo
village going out on the ice - men
women & children - singing & happy
harvest day for fish & seal.
Mr. Lopp, Mrs. Bernhardi & I go
to the top of the mountain.
We reached the top of the highest peak
just east of the cape at 11 oclock
& from its summit could see Berings
Sea at our feet, and to the southward
across the ice floes King Island.
To the north spread the Arctic Ocean
which we could see from almost at
the foot of the mountain as far as the eye
could reach. To the west Berings
straits filled with ice, the Diomede
Islands & looming over them the
high land of East Cape of Asia.
Standing upon the spot where