ple canoe trip, and the
indomitable and athletic Macmillan who subsequently led the Crocker
Land expedition, our own schooner George B. Cluett carrying them to
Etah.

My secretary, Mr. Sayre, was just about to leave for America, and at
Peary's request he transferred to the Roosevelt with his typewriter,
to help the Commander with a few of his many notes and records. I dare
say that he got an inside view of the question then agitating the
world from Washington to Copenhagen; but if so, he has remained
forever silent about it. For our part we were glad that some one had
found the Pole, for it has been a costly quest in both fine men and
valuable time, energy, and money. It has caused lots of trouble and
sorrow, and so far at least its practical issues have been few.

Our wedding had been scheduled for November, and for the first time I
had found a Labrador summer long. In the late fall I left for Chicago
on a mission that had no flavour of the North Pole about it. We were
married in Grace Episcopal Church, Chicago, on November 18, 1909. Our
wedding was followed by a visit to the Hot Springs of Virginia; and
then "heigho," and a flight for the North. We sailed from St. John's,
Newfoundland, in January. I had assured my wife, who is an excellent
sailor, that she would scarcely notice the motion of the ship on the
coastal trip of three hundred miles. Instead of five days, it took
nine; and we steamed straight out of the Narrows at St. John's into a
head gale and a blizzard of snow. The driving spray froze onto every
thing till the ship was sugared like a vast Christmas cake. It made
the home which we had built at St. Anthony appear perfectly
delightful. My wife had had her furniture sent North during the
summer, so that now the "Lares and Penates" with which she had been
familiar from childhood seemed to extend a mute but hearty welcome to
us from their new setting.

We have three children, all born at St. Anthony. Our elder son,
Wilfred Thomason, was born in the fall of 1910; Kinloch Pascoe in the
fall of 1912, two years almost to a day behind his brother; and lastly
a daughter, Rosamond Loveday, who followed her brothers in 1917. In
the case of the two latter children the honours of the name were
divided between both sides of the family, Kinloch and Rosamond being
old family names on my wife's side, while, on the other hand, there
have been Pascoe and Loveday Grenfells from time immemorial.

Nearly ten years have now