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told him that probably it was nothing much, and he would soon 

 be better. The only thing we could do was to push on along the 

 ice-foot as well as might be, for here on the polished ice, where 

 there was no shelter of any kind, there was no possibility of 

 pitching our little travelling tent in such a raging storm. On we 

 drove, therefore, as hard as we could inwards, and Olsen made a 

 brave stand, but his arm grew worse rather than better, and I 

 myself began to believe that it was dislocated. 



There seemed to be nothing for it but to camp, though con- 



OUTKK PAKT OF GAA8EDALEN. 



sidering all things this was easier said than done. In one or 

 other of the sharp river- valleys hereabouts we could easily have 

 found shelter from the wind, but who would camp in such a place 

 when they risked its being filled with snow at any moment ? We 

 had not come north to be buried alive ! 



Thje fore-land, which extended mile after mile outwards towards 

 the sea, was absolutely flat and level. Shelter was not to be found 

 there anywhere, except in the valleys which furrowed the country 

 like deep cracks in the floor of a room. The weather showed 

 no signs of improvement, and I began to have doubts about 



