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with the meat- carry ing. I was so eager to finish the sledge that 

 I managed to hurt one of my knees over it, a thing I certainly 

 need not have done, and I felt it a good deal for a couple of weeks. 

 Baumann and Hassel, who had, meanwhile, returned from an 

 eminently unsuccessful trip in miserable weather, had orders to 

 drive the sledge with a team out to the isthmus, and at the 

 same time make another try for game on the west side of Hval- 

 rosfjord. The latter, however, came to nothing, as they forgot the 



Isaclisen. 



THE DECKS ARE WASHED. 



tent, and when they returned to fetch it, I kept them on board, 

 as I considered it almost hopeless to look for big game out there. 



Saturday, October 12, Fosheim, Eaanes, and Isachsen arrived 

 back with three large loads of meat. Schei had remained behind 

 as watchman at Nordstrand, whither they had driven the flesh 

 of eighteen animals which Scbei and Isachsen had shot. They 

 had met the herd the day after they had separated from the other 

 party, and at about the same place where we had come across the 

 last eleven animals the year before. 



As there were no particularly keen or pressing dogs in either of 

 the teams, the herd had not been driven to form a square, but 



