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[[underlined, in red]] Brail mont Cove [[/underlined]] 
Penguins on Alcock Id. = chin-straps
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Capt Mac says ^[[insertion]] in numbers [[/insertion]] must exceed Cape Hallet's 300,000
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Here at least equal too Cape Cruzier's 250,000. 
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Id is 319 feet high and chin-straps are at least 300 feet in air here close to 900 at Cape Spiggott, which [[strikethrough]] 988 [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] is [[/insertion]] 938 feet at highest point.
Brailmont [[insertion]] cove off Hughes Bay [[/insertion]] wonderful place for birds & seals 
at hand is Cayley Glacier and [[strikethrough]] sav [[/strikethrough]] severall other tremendous ice rivers constanatly calving off bergs ^[[insertion]] of [[/insertion]] all sizes. Makes for difficult for handling small boats. 200 fms in greater part, but no room [[strikethrough]] f [[/strikethrough]] small boats

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[[circled]] 52 [[/circled]]
Feb. 11, 1963 
at anchor Brailmont [[strikethrough]] Bay [[/strikethrough]] Cove

Overcast, snowing; 31ºF. light variable winds 
Not a promising day, for flying but its set for 8:45 & Capt Mac & I [[strikethrough]] , [[/strikethrough]] are sitting in our room in flight clothes Booby suit awaiting our call. The snow is in off-and-on flurries, heavy and light and the visibility beyond anything in the immediate vicinity is nil. Visibility got so low that flight was called off. I did not know it for when they kept postponing it from time to time I laid down on bunk in Flysuit and fell asleep woke up after a while and found Mac's suit on chair. He had been waiting too for flight. So I started to take mine off when Tom Berg came down & informed me that utility boat was taking a shore party to Alcock Id. where we were to go this aft, and picking up traps expedition. Well that trip did not get off till about 10 p.m or even later, so I stayed behind. They had more than a load at that./// Once in awhile we get a day like this. There are bergs of all sizes, shapes, and colors about, some of the all dirtiest yet; so dirty look like rocky [[strikethrough]] ilsl [[/strikethrough]] islets or reefs, high & low. No place for station because of bergs, bergy bits, and growlers. Berg was waiting with Capt. Mac to go [[strikethrough]] [?] [?] boat [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] on helicopter [[/insertion]] but weather was too thick
[[left margin, blue vertical line]] [[underlined, in blue]] Seals [[/underlined]] in Brailmont cove, all crab eaters, one [[insertion]] , [[/insertion]] rarely two,  to an\ice, rock; but perhaps a hundred
or two with in half hours running about in launch.
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Berg mention to Capt that I did not want to fly but I had just come from Larsen who said he would help me dress if I took off what I had on -