The Winter Night. 



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night, seated in groups round the saloon table. One or 

 other of us might go to the organ, and with the assistance 

 of the crank handle, perform some of our beautiful pieces, 

 or Johansen would bring out the accordion and play many 

 a fine tune. His crowning efforts were "Oh, Susanna!" 

 and " Napoleon's March across the Alps in an Open 

 Boat." About midnight we turned in, and then the night 



THE SALOON WAS CONVERTED INTO A READING-ROOM. 



watch was set. Each man went on for an hour. Their 

 most trying work on watch seems to have been writing 

 their diaries and looking out, when the dogs barked, for 

 any signs of bears at hand. Besides this, every two 



