STORM-BOUND ON THE WALRUS 



sleeping bags and did not creep out until noon of 

 the next day. 



The weather continued bad with much wind and 

 rain and I felt that much valuable time of our short 

 summer season was being lost. None the less I 

 had now learned my lesson that it is futile to pro- 

 ceed until the storm is over. On the night of the 

 fifth day of our enforced delay here, the storm in- 

 creased and the wind roared through the rigging 

 of the Walrus. There was no let up on the follow- 

 ing day. We lay in our sleeping bags getting up 

 to cook our meals over the primus lamp on the 

 shelf in the wheel house. When the meal was 

 ready we would wedge ourselves tightly into the 

 little cabin around its very small folding table. 



On the twenty-eighth the sky looked a little 

 more promising, though the wind had not abated, 

 keeping in the southwest quarter, and if for a little 

 it seemed to fall away, it was sure to be in full 

 force within the next half hour. 



On July 1st, the eighth day that we had been 

 storm-bound, I was up at eight o'clock in the morn- 

 ing to find the wind much moderated though it 

 remained in the same quarter. Against the moun- 

 tain background the low-lying stratus clouds 

 seemed to lay motionless. Andreasson, the skipper, 

 remarked cheerily "I yung a luk", which means 



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