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knew it had had enough, but gave it a finishing shot to save it 

 from pain. 



I then left the calf, which remained standing by the other 

 animals, and went down towards the camping-ground to try to 

 get hold of Fosheim. I met him a little way out on the ice ; he 

 had heard the shots, and thought it was hares again, but when 

 I told him what had happened he cheered up. We hurried 

 off to camp to fetch the flaying-knives, the 'Primus,' and the 



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coffee-kettle, for when one is doing the work of a slaughterer one 

 wants something to keep one going. 



On our way to the camp, we saw a large polar ox among the 

 boulders close by the tent. I told Fosheim to fire, and I would 

 keep an eye on the animal's movements whilst he aimed at 

 it. The ox behaved so considerately that, in a few minutes, it 

 was shot. 



It was late in the evening before we had finished skinning and 

 cutting up the animals, but we kept ourselves going on strong 



