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warm summer day at Eutin, with all the brightness of 

 the rose-blossom and the song of the nightingale. We 

 see ourselves once more united with our loved ones at 

 home, and, flying from the heat of the day, wandering in 

 the high arched forest, or in familiar conversation en- 

 joying the peace and quiet of the garden. We see the 

 stars twinkling in the heavens, and the dark red moon 

 rise over the distant woods — when a heavy wave strikes 

 us, sending the ship on to its side. We are pitched heavily 

 against the boat, the cold water splashes in our faces, 

 and rushes in a torrent over the deck and over our feet. 

 The beautiful dream of the pleasant summer is over, and 

 the cold reality of an Arctic, foggy day resumes its sway. 

 With perhaps an unheard sigh, but in every case a smiling 

 face, we shake off the water and continue our walk. We 

 know that very soon we shall have much greater trials 

 to bear. 



Beyond the regular arseometrical readings of the water, 

 and the constant zoological work, there was little to gain 

 outside in the way of knowledge. We therefore tried to 

 make it as comfortable as possible below, which was cer- 

 tainly not easy, for even here the wet penetrates and is 

 brought down with boots and clothes ; so that the air is 

 often heavy and damp. With the near prospect of the 

 all-absorbing work on the ice and also on land before us, 

 we once more looked up all our things, — instruments, and 

 so on, — and put them in order, filling up the rest of the 

 time with reading, studying, and playing. We studied 

 Scoresby's works, read the Swedish Expedition, or Linde- 

 man's " Arctic Fisheries of the German Sea-port Towns,'* 

 or turned over the leaves of Kane's and Parry's standard 

 works. When comfortably seated at the chess-board, or 



