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WITH SCOTT: THE SILVER LINING 



outside and quite so inside. An acrid atmosphere of blubber, 

 smoke, and soot enveloped us as we occupied the rough 

 planks grouped around the heart of the hut. Here was built 

 up a primitive blubber stove, crowned by a chimney whose 

 vagaries formed the chief topic of conversation among the 











OBSERVATION 

 HILL 



720' 





inmates. Only one dim candle in a sooty lantern illumined 

 the scene. The windows were deeply frosted, and it was 

 getting on towards winter now, so that only in the middle of 

 the day could they give much light. 



As will be seen by the plan attached, our dining-room was 



