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The glaucous gulls had left the huts ; they only came 

 now at rare intervals. 



On this day something happened to my inside. I had 

 gone up the long creek with old Sailor, and lay down for 

 some time watching some grey plover. When I rose 

 some pinch took hold of me which pretty well doubled 

 me up, so that I could but just succeed in crawling 

 home. 



It seemed to me that we wanted vegetables. So we 

 opened a jam-pot which we had been treasuring against 

 a famine time. The jam said it was strawberry, though 

 it seemed like glue. But we ate it, and then I turned in 

 at 11.30 p.m., while Hyland went up to the big lake to 

 try for a duck. 



He had better luck than that, returning with a couple 

 of white-fronted geese, and a little living young one. 

 This youngster, he said, dived splendidly, but none the 

 less Sailor caught it alive, going clean under after it. 



Our gosling had a way of standing straight up on end, 

 but with his breast puffed out, very consequential, exactly 

 recalling a city waiter. So ' The waiter ' he was named. 



He really was a dear little bird. Not in the least 

 bit shy of us, he inspected every corner of the tent, and 

 at last went to sleep for several hours under my chin. 



July \6tk. — Ice still and apparently unchanged. Mus- 

 quitoes very bad again, though the day was not nearly 

 so hot. 



