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that the man was making a fool of me. I had carefully 

 studied his face all the time to find the key to this 

 riddle, and did not know whether to laugh or weep. 

 Lindstrom's face was certainly serious enough; if it 

 afforded a measure of the situation, I believe tears 

 would have been appropriate. But when my eye fell 

 upon the thermograph and read, " Stavanger Preserving 

 Co.'s finest rissoles," I could contain myself no longer. 

 The comical side of it was too much for me, and I 

 burst into a fit of laughter. When my laughter was 

 subdued, I heard the explanation. The cylinder did 

 not fit, so he had tried the tin, and it went splendidly. 

 The rissole-thermograph worked very well as far as 

 - 40 C., but then it gave up. 



Our forces were now divided into two working parties. 

 One of them was to dig out some forty seals we had 

 lying about 3 feet under the snow; this took two days. 

 The heavy seals' carcasses, hard as flint, were difficult to 

 deal with. The dogs were greatly interested in these 

 proceedings. Each carcass, on being raised to the sur- 

 face, was carefully inspected; they were piled up in two 

 heaps, and would provide food enough for the dogs for 

 the whole winter. Meanwhile the other party were at 

 work under Hassel's direction on a petroleum cellar. 

 The barrels which had been laid up at the beginning of 

 February were now deep below the snow. They now 

 dug down at both ends of the store, and made a passage 

 below the surface along the barrels; at the same time 



