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it isn't milk-powder they are smuggling in like this! 

 So every bit of space is utilized. The gaps left by these 

 round pieces of pemmican at the sides of the cases are, 

 of course, only half as large as the rest, and so cannot 

 take a milk-sausage; but don't imagine that the space 

 is wasted. No; chocolate is broken up into small pieces 

 and stowed in there. When all these cases are packed, 

 they will be as full as if they were of solid wood. There 

 is one ready packed; I must see what it contains. 

 Biscuits 5,400 biscuits is marked on the lid. They say 

 that angels are specially gifted with patience, but theirs 

 must be a trifle compared with Johansen's. There was 

 absolutely not a fraction of an inch left in that case. 



The Crystal Palace at present reminds one strongly 

 of a grocer's and chandler's store pemmican, biscuits, 

 chocolate, and milk-sausage, lie about everywhere. In 

 the other wall, opposite the ski, there is an opening. I 

 see my companion making for it, but this time I intend 

 to keep an eye on him. He goes up two steps, pushes 

 a trap-door, and there he stands on the Barrier but I 

 am there, too. The trap-door is replaced, and I see 

 that we are close to another door in the Barrier, but 

 this is a modern sliding-door. It leads into the clothing 

 store. I turn to my host and give him my best thanks 

 for the interesting circular trip through the Barrier, 

 expressing my admiration of all the fine engineering 

 works I have seen, and so on. He cuts me short with 

 the remark that we are not nearly done yet. He has 



