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one continual rolling; but in course of time one got 

 used even to that discomfort. It was awkward enough, 

 but less disagreeable than shipping water. Perhaps it 

 was worse for those who had to work in the galley: it 

 is no laughing matter to be cook, when for weeks 

 together you cannot put down so much as a coffee-cup 

 without its immediately turning a somersault. It 

 requires both patience and strong will to carry it through, 

 but the two Lindstrom and Olsen who looked after 

 our food under these difficult conditions, had the gift of 

 taking it all from the humorous point of view, and that 

 was well. 



As regards the dogs, it mattered little to them 

 whether a gale was blowing, so long as the rain kept 

 off. They hate rain; wet in any form is the worst one 

 can offer an Arctic dog. If the deck was wet, they 

 would not lie down, but would remain standing motion- 

 less for hours, trying to take a nap in that uncomfortable 

 position. Of course, they did not get much sleep in 

 that way, but to make up for it they could sleep all day 

 and all night when the weather was fine. South of the 

 Cape we lost two dogs; they went overboard one dark 

 night when the ship was rolling tremendously. We had 

 a coal-bunker on the port side of the after-deck, reach- 

 ing up to the height of the bulwarks; probably these 

 fellows had been practising boarding drill, and lost their 

 balance. We took precautions that the same thing 

 should not happen again. 



