322 A DAY AT FRAMHEIM 



way. Then it suddenly occurs to me. When I was 

 sitting on the sledges in Hanssen's workshop, I noticed 

 little pieces of wire rope fixed to both ribs of the skdge. 

 There were eight of them on each side just the right 

 number. They are lashings for four cases, and they will 

 hardly take more than that on a sledge. On one rib all 

 the wire ropes ended in eyes; on the other they ended 

 in thin lashings. Obviously there were four of them to 

 each case two forward and two aft of the lid. If these 

 were reeved and drawn taut, the cases would be held as 

 in a vice, and the lids could be taken off freely at any 

 time. It was an ingenious idea, which would save a lot 

 of work. 



But there sits Johansen in the middle of the Palace, 

 packing. He seems to have a difficult problem to 

 solve; he looks so profoundly thoughtful. Before him 

 is a case half packed, marked "Sledge No. V., Case No. 4." 

 More singular contents I have never seen a mixture of 

 pemmican and sausage. I have never heard of sausages 

 on a sledge journey; it must be something quite new. 

 The pieces of pemmican are cylindrical in shape, about 

 2 inches high and 4f inches in diameter; when they are 

 packed, there will be large star-shaped openings between 

 every four of them. Each of these openings is filled up 

 with a sausage, which stands straight up and down, and 

 is of exactly the height of the case. But sausage let 

 me see. Ah! there's a sausage with a tear in its skin; 

 I run across and look at it. Oh, the cunning rascals! if 



