DAY AND NIGHT. 



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nevertheless, I state the simple truth when I say that we 

 were* often much perplexed, and sometimes ludicrously 

 deceived, by the conversion of night into day. 



On one occasion we lay becalmed in a fiord somewhere 

 beyond the Arctic circle. It was fine weather, but the 





AX HOUR AFTER MIDNIGHT. 



sky was not so bright as usual, being obscured by clouds. 

 A fisherman's boat happening to pass, we resolved to take 

 advantage of it and escape the monotony of a calm by 

 having a row up the fiord. The fisherman said there 



