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into the tent, and warmed it very well, save to a man 

 lying down ; who naturally lay under the warm air, rather 

 than within it. 



Charlie's rest was continually broken by the necessity 

 of replenishing the fire; and when lying down, he should 

 have had a good blanket. The first night, I was new to 

 the situation, and watched to see how my comrade would 

 get on with no blanket. The second night, I knew all 

 about it; and after a watch below I made Charlie get 

 into my one-blanket sleeping-bag, get warm and go to 

 sleep, while I took the watch on deck. Every half hour 

 I had to get out and mend the fire; and then Kaiser 

 would quickly jump my claim, and settle down in the 

 warmest spot of my bed. When I dislodged him, and 

 settled down for another shivery half-hour, he would 

 insinuate himself into my arms, and I found the warmth 

 of his body grateful and comforting. 



True to the general keynote, we found those moun- 

 tains quite different from every other spot we had visited. 

 The big, rocky peak that formed a quarter-circle around 

 the western side of the basin of Lake Josephine seemed 

 to be a sort of culminating point. From it and its spur- 

 like ridges, great basins were scooped out in every direc- 

 tion, and creeks innumerable headed and ran down north, 

 east and south. From the bald top of a vast ridge south- 

 east of the lake, we seemed to overlook the world. 



The crest of Cyclorama Ridge, on which Mr. Phil- 

 lips killed his three rams, was so much below us that 

 we looked down upon it, and saw it clean and bare, while 

 we were in snow. Southward, fully a thousand feet be- 



