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had seen, yes, three, and one we 

 actually handled. This at least has 

 the merit of orginality. I like to 

 think of it. Instead of taking, we 

 gave life and received the usual 

 benefactor's reward. It happened 

 this way: 



For two nights Nimrod and I 

 with Sommers had made a temporary 

 camp in goat country. The wind 

 blew, the snow descended, the streams 

 glazed over, we fed on bacon and 

 camp "sinkers" and had only a six- 

 foot lean-to tent, eked out by boughs, 

 to cover our beds. We had left 

 everything in the main camp that 

 we could possibly do without. Con- 

 ditions could hardly be described 

 as comfortable. I had thought rocks 

 in themselves were bad enough, but 

 ice-covered rocks well, never mind. 



The first night we lingered around 

 the blessed fire, dreading the plunge 

 into arctic darkness where our snow- 

 covered beds gave chill greeting. 

 The wind had changed after the 

 lean-to was set up and before its 

 tricks were discovered had sent the 

 prying snow into every corner of 

 our shelter. 



