Cape Lisburne

Now, the center of the storm that we've been tracking is just off the coast of Russia.

We have seen pretty strong wind gusts, up to about 67 miles per hour in Cape Lisburne.

Now, the good news for you, if you live in any of these areas, uh, with high winds, is that winds are diving down as the day progresses today.

So while you might start your morning with 58 mile per hour winds, you might end your day with 30 to 25 mile per hour winds.

So those areas should be prepared for wind gusts between 45 and 60 miles per hour here through the next couple of hours.

You can see wind gusts already, uh, reaching near 70 miles per hour at Cape Lisburne, nearly 60 in Gambell.

And then further south, we had that extreme round of winds last night.

We're going to see another round of high winds through the Aleutians as we head into tomorrow.

About noon today it began to abate, and we again pushed off northward.

Now, at eight o'clock in the evening, we are approaching Cape Lisburne, a bold bluff of gray stratified rocks about fifteen hundred feet high.

All along the coast from the neighborhood of Cape Prince of Wales the peculiar gray color of the rocks and the forms into which they are weathered and glaciated indicate one continuous formation, partially described yesterday.

Magnificent sections are exposed between the north side of Point Hope and Cape Lisburne.

The age of the formation I do not as yet certainly know.

The existence of coal veins here and there in connection with conglomerates and the few fossils would tend to identify it as Carboniferous, though some of the sections show a wide vertical range.

Then comes a joyful time.

The bone belongs to the boat's crew that strikes the whale, the carcass to all the village.

Later in the morning of the thirty-first we weighed anchor and steamed around to the north side of Point Hope, where we did more trading, and then proceeded on our way up the coast.

By noon we had Cape Lisburne abeam and shaped our course for Icy Cape, to go about ten miles outside of Blossom Shoals, a dangerous reef off Blossom Point, which has always been dreaded by mariners.

Our scientists were busily engaged in writing letters to be mailed at Point Barrow and taken back on the Bear, which calls there once a year, usually in August.

Thus far our progress all along had been satisfactory.

Evidently he was still dubious about its being Siberia.

He had been satisfied by the chart the night before.

At shipwreck camp and again at Wrangel Island, I had explained the charts to him, had shown him where we were going, what we were going to do with the charts, how far away Siberia was, and how far we should have to travel to meet Eskimo, expressing the distances by comparing them with the distance from Point Barrow to the deer camp, for instance, or down to Cape Lisburne, trips that were familiar to him.

Now, however, he still appeared skeptical of the identity of the land we were looking at.