“On the 17th, after a night of heavy weather off the Strait of Belle Isle, weather in which two of my burros succumbed, the Falcon touched into Battle Harbour on the Labrador coast to purchase dogs. There is a wild view from here of wind-swept grey sea, dotted with a numerous fleet of icebergs, and fading away in the distance into the shrouding fog.” - Robert E. Peary, Northward over the Great Ice, published in 1898