FOCKLA, DAY. 69 
A few more vigorous strokes of the oars brought us back 
to the steamer, and as it was already rather late we hastened 
to dine in order that we might snatch a few hours from 
the night for exchanging notes, making final measure- 
ments of the birds killed, and writing up our diaries 
accurately. About ten o’clock all was quiet on board, and 
every one was recruiting himself for the morrow, as it was to 
be a somewhat stiff day. 
