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NEW LAND. 



to far up their sides, while the heavy loads cut right through it 

 down to the fast ice. We camped in the evening at Ytre Eide, 

 where we shot a few birds in the open water in the creek. 



Next day we reached the boat, and found everything in the 

 best order. The fine weather of the last few days had made 

 the boat rather leaky, so that the tallow we had taken with 

 us for possible caulking came in very opportunely. We rowed 

 the boat in to camp, and put it in a pool up on the ice-foot to 

 swell. This and various small repairs took up nearly the whole 



A DEAD DAY. 



of the day. We did, however, pay a visit to the south of 

 Maageberget (Gull Mountain), and collected gulls' eggs, with 

 which to make pancakes for supper. But Nature is bountiful 

 we got chickens instead. As we broke the eggs into the frying-pan, 

 a young bird, with claws, yellow beak, and not a few feathers, came 

 tumbling out of each into the butter. They all went to the dogs. 

 Later in the eveoing a herd of walrus came swimming along, 

 and settled down in the fjord close under the crack, where they 

 gave us a serenade that roused the very marrow in our bones. A 

 more unpleasant sound than that made by the walrus I can hardly 



