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joking and laughing than usual. All the lamps and lights 

 we had on board were lit, and every corner of the saloon 

 and cabins was brilliantly illuminated. The bill of fare 

 for the day, of course, surpassed any previous one- 

 food was the chief thing we had to hold festival with. 

 The dinner was a very fine one indeed ; so was the 

 supper, and after it piles of Christmas cakes came on 

 the table ; Juell had been busy making them for several 

 weeks. After that we enjoyed a glass of toddy and a 

 cigar, smoking in the saloon being, of course, allowed. 

 The culminating point of the festival came when two 

 boxes with Christmas presents were produced. The one 

 was from Hansen's mother, the other from his fiancee 

 Miss Fouo-ner. It was touching- to see the childlike 



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pleasure with which each man received his gift it might 

 be a pipe or a knife or some little knick-knack he 

 felt that it was like a message from home. After this 

 there were speeches ; and then the Frainsjaa appeared, 

 with an illustrated supplement, selections from which 

 are given. The drawings are the work of the famous 

 Arctic draughtsman, Huttetu. Here are two verses from 

 the poem for the clay : 



" When the ship's path is stopped by fathom-thick ice, 



And winter's white covering is spread, 

 When we're quite given up to the power of the stream, 

 Oh ! 'tis then that so often of home we must dream. 



" We wish them all joy at this sweet Christmas-tide, 

 Health and happiness for the next year, 



