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the prettiest. We had to guess, for we had no look- 

 ing-glass in which to see our own faces. The one 

 whose face shone slickest with the grease was called 

 the prettiest. 



If at any time we grew too tired of it all and ven- 

 tured to romp and play, we were in danger of being 

 punished. As there were no trees from which to 

 cut switches there, they took a different way. When 

 any child was naughty, mother would take a bone 

 and she would put it into the fire and leave it there 

 until it was hot enough for the grease to boil out. 

 Then she would take it and slap that on her child 

 and burn it. She was not particular where she 

 burned her child, only she was careful not to touch 

 the face. 



I can well remember what I got my last punish- 

 ment for. I had been playing with my little broth- 

 er inside the snow-house and I got mad at him, and 

 so I threw him down and bit him on the back of the 

 neck. Then mother heated a bone and burned me 

 on the same place where I bit him. I got tired of 

 that and didn't do that kind of a trick afterwards. 



But it was not always so that we had to stay in 

 the snow-house. Once in a while father would come 

 in and say it was not so cold as usual, and then we 

 would have a chance to look round outside the snow- 

 house. We never took a long walk. As nearly as I 

 can remember, my father's house was on a low plain 

 near the sea-shore. It sloped gently inland, and we 

 could have seen a great way into the back countr\- 



