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and had planned that trip ashore ^[[insertion]] at Seymour [[/insertion]] [[strikethrough]] that [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] in which [[/insertion]] I did not participate. It returned about 11:45 or so and ship got underway to make its way round [[insertion]] N. end of [[/insertion]] Seymour Island & there after a long menovoring got into difficulties shoal, water 10 fms. (from bottom ships propellers churned up mud. The ship had quite a time getting back into deeper and safer water, deep enough to swing about at anchor, without hitting anything in these uncharted or little charted waters.
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Feb. 19, '63 { Boat called for 8:30 got off at 9; lost an hour seeking a landing on Seymour shallow water well out from beach; Jack suggested (I had too [[strikethrough]] ) [[/strikethrough]] go up to stranded ice cake; it was ice shelf along side of which we tied up and walked ashore.  Most barren [[strikethrough]] l [[/strikethrough]] place; just soil on which nothing grew although later when Commodore went ashore with Berg, and got some nice fossils wood & perhaps a bone (Tom thought fossil penguin) Commodore got some lichens of scanty appearance on far side of high ridge which we did not climb in a.m We went south, as did Jack and Capt. Mac Berg went north & got next to nothing He took Doty's best little ammonite without as much as by your leave.