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those who have drunk cocoa and tea for months out of mugs, 

 used also for pemmican and blubber fry, can understand the 

 luxury of a clean drink. 



Never shall I forget my feeling of comfort that night. 

 We had managed to dry our bags in the midday sun, and I 

 can still recall the springy warmth of the reindeer bags, 

 after so many days of what at best was clammy discomfort. 



On the 1 6th Evans led a party to Corner Camp, about 



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The blubber stove in the old Discovery hut, March, 191 1. 



thirty-five miles to the south, to get some fodder for our two 

 ponies, and also some stores for the sixteen men in our little 

 community. He asked Wright to join him, so that our mate 

 was soon in the thick of the blizzards again. 



Just outside the door were the dog-lines. The dogs lay 

 in " rifle-pits " dug out of the icy slopes above the bay. Poor 

 fellows, their fur was clogged with ice, and their short commons 

 on the Barrier made them woefully thin. Very miserable did 



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