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GKEENLAKD. 



As I proceeded to my boat, the Eskimo dogs which 

 were there collected made the night hideous by baying 

 the moon, the coming gale seeming to have stirred all 

 their innate powers of howling. Seaward all looked 

 black, even our vessel, whose tall masts pointing heaven- 



THE HALO. 



wards, seemed to invite the storm. On Monday it blew 

 half a gale all day, and snowed constantly. It was 

 miserably cold, so that I did not leave the ship, except 

 for a couple of hours to sit with the governor. On 



